Becoming a Saint by Leisure Reading Chapter 320: No Li Qinglian in the world!


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

The barbarian plain here is 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's also a dream, Lang Feixian's dream is ten times more reductive than the previous barbarian god's dream.

The Gap!

After all, the master's body 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 rank are killed, the power of the avatar of the super-grade barbarian will be greatly reduced. I still seal the last sword, and I can cut the super-grade!"

Speaking of this, Lang Feixian, who had always had an indifferent smile on her face, suddenly restrained her smile and felt 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 kind of backlash against such a divine soul spell?"

Lang Feixian heard Chen Luo's question, and returned to her lazy look, smiling: "Nothing!"

Senior brother didn't want to say anything, so Chen Luo didn't ask anymore.

A thousand miles ahead, Lang Feixian stood still.

"Little Junior Brother, before you came, Brother Wei had already killed the barbarian's rank 9, rank 8, and rank 7 soul avatars at will. The former convenience was the rank 6 avatar of the barbarian, so I'll give you a try!"

While speaking, a barbarian was seen charging towards them.

Chen Luo was taken aback for a moment, knowing that it was the senior brother who was teaching him and was also advising him.

At an unknown price, let him practice as a 4th rank savage god!

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

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

Speaking, Chen Luo also rushed towards the clone of the fourth-grade savage god.

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 her heart, but she resisted and didn't show it, but smiled at Chen Luo: "Not bad! Junior brother, your martial arts are good!"

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

……

Going forward again, the fifth-grade clone of the barbarian **** appeared. Chen Luo didn't 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-rank Barbarian God clone is far stronger than the barbarian opponents that Chen Luo had encountered before. Chen Luo almost exhausted what he had learned, 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 when Chen Luo killed the opponent.

"Little Junior Brother, 3,000 li is too limited, and it can only focus on the wounds of the flesh. For a true genius, 6,000 li can already communicate with 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.

Perhaps she is the top genius of the barbarian race?

"Okay." Seeing Chen Luo pondering, Lang Feixian thought that Chen Luo was digesting what he had just said, and encouraged, "With the cultivation base of three thousand miles, he will recklessly kill the fifth-grade clone of the barbarian god, Although it can't represent the true strength of the fifth-rank barbarian god, you can be called the arrogance of the human race, little junior brother!"

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

Chen Luo scratched his head: "Really?"

He has seen Li Qinglian alone in a savage account, holding only the head of the chief. The senior brother, as the person who knows Li Qinglian the most, actually compares himself to him.

Should I 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 pierced through the sky, 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, drawing out the Bailijian River, submerging the eight-pin avatar of the barbarian god.

……

Nine thousand miles.

A bright moon rises and the light falls.

Lang Feixian stepped on the green lotus and held a long sword, fighting 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 his imposing manner was overwhelming.

In the end, Lang Feixian took a punch from the opponent and broke the long sword inside the opponent's body, successfully killing the opponent.

At the same time when the first-grade avatar of the barbarian **** 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 dignified expression.

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

"Lang Feixian!"

Tu Nan's voice came from a distance.

"You've taken great pains to lure me into a dream, and then set up a way to fall 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 use your 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, your cultivation will be restored, 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?"

"Alive, go back to heaven!"

"Then, tell him I miss him!"

After speaking, Lang Feixian sat cross-legged out of thin air, her figure slowly illusory, and finally turned into a green lotus, floating in the 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. He was about to speak, but suddenly stopped because the person in front of him was not Lang Feixian.

His eyes are arrogant and uninhibited, completely different from the lazy look of the elder brother. Although his face is exactly the same, it is 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: "Never mind, it doesn't count! I was a spirit that stayed at his origin when I pulled Xiaoqing out."

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

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: "I miss him too!"

Speaking, he turned his head to look at the face of the barbarian **** in the sky, a long sword appeared in his hand, the poetic world erupted, and the arrogance was soaring.

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! I'm 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 Xiaoqing said!"

Speaking, Li Qinglian slightly wrinkled: "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 blood and soul have been wiped out. Now this is your last mark. If you fight with me, you will never exist in the world again!"

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

"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 complexion 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 split is just to protect him!"

"As for the imprint..."

"The sky knows me, the savage 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 poetry of the poet, immortal!"

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

"In!"

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

"Yes!"

"Would you like to read and say goodbye to me, I, Li Qinglian, would like to see, who can be compared with me in future generations?"

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

Chen Luo held Qinglian in hand and recited aloud——

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

"Good!"

"If you get it, you will sing and you will stop when you lose it. If you are sad or hateful, you will be long. If you have wine today, you will be drunk now, and tomorrow will worry 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 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 chanting of poetry, Li Qinglian moved closer and closer to the place where the savage **** was.

Chen Luo looked at Li Qinglian who could only see her 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 are half a prosperous Tang Dynasty!"

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

Suddenly, his eyes clear ~IndoMTL.com~ seems to understand something.

"Hahaha, thanks Li Bai for reciting poetry!"

Li Qinglian disappeared thousands of miles away.

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

"God, die!"

Afterwards, the phantom of the wild sun appeared, shattering like dust in an instant.

Everything is peaceful.

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

……

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

The immortals in the poems of wine and thousands of sorrows.

From now on, the moon is so lonely,

There is no Li Qinglian in the world.


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