Lady Lin’s First-ever Journey to Immortality Chapter 359: A four-hundred-year dream!
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"Sister, you are here!"
The majestic young general, riding a war horse that is rare in Japan, is bathed in the sun at the beginning of this snowy day. The city of Edo is flooded with water, and the general’s mansion is also splashed with blood. This young man seems to be half a year The dust is not stained, not who is Lin Luodong?
Luo Dong hasn't forgotten his previous life?
Lin Luoran has many things to ask him, plus he is worried about not seeing Huang Weijian.
Lin Luodong took the reins and said, "Tokugawa Ieyasu, you've had a four-hundred-year dream, but don't you want to wake up?! Do you really want these puppets to perform a good show of sending troops to break the Edo Shogunate?"
The flawless sky has cracks, and the light of the real world is pouring down at any time.
The fire phoenix destroyed the black statue, and there was a gap in this perfect dream. That's why Lin Luodong represented Toyotomi Hideyori's army to break through Edo Castle-this is in Japanese history, or say In Tokugawa Ieyasu's memory, something has never happened!
"You forced me. Those who stop me must die!" There was only a black spot in Tokugawa Ieyasu's pupils. His anger burned, and the sky that had cleared up, slowly darkened, and a monster with eight heads and eight tails suddenly appeared above the general's mansion.
The eyes are red, the back is covered with moss and trees, the chest is festered with blood, and a cloud that rains at any time floats above the head. The body is as big as a mountain. The gray sky is that its huge body shades the sun. And the misty clouds above.
"Eight Difference Big Snake!"
Not only Lin Luoran, more people at the scene recognized this monster. In Japanese mythology, it represents the "river flooding" turbulent snake. While its tail was shaking, Lin Luoran realized that the curled tail was holding many people.
Huang Weijian, Cui Hejian, Mu Jia Xiaoliu. Lin Luoran knew these. As for what he didn't know, it was probably the Huaxia Tourism Group and a few overseas students who disappeared at the beginning.
This monster will probably not catch the missing Japanese to threaten Lin Luoran-she does not have such a strong spirit of international assistance.
"Baqi, you worked so hard to attract me. Wouldn't it be that I came to see Tokugawa Ieyasu's ability to compose dreams?" Lin Luoran's body is very small compared to the eight-headed snake, but in terms of momentum, Don't lose a bit!
To paraphrase Ao Jiao Huofeng, she is still a "true god" at any rate. This product is a semi-finished product that has tried so hard to conquer the gods. If she loses or loses, she can't back down first, so she has the opportunity to win in danger. Raw.
"Little Chinese cultivator, since you know that this **** is leading you, you can rely on your cultivation base during the alchemy phase and dare to entrust you. You Chinese people will never learn to teach you." To say a word, he shook his head and shook his head at the pause, and said it with a different head. The sound came from several directions like thunder. The weaker cultivation bases Lin Dad and Yuan Ye, as well as Ye Xiaobei, all had their internal organs shaken. a feeling of.
Lin Luodong even dropped off the horse directly. Dad Lin caught him and put him beside him.
On the other hand, ordinary people like Lin Qingxue, including the shogunate warriors who were not dead in the courtyard, are nothing unusual.
Lin Luoran was not injured, she just showed a mocking look, "A evil monster also wants to use her body as a god. You are dead as a **** and Buddha. Why can't God help you?!"
Baqi stretched out his second head, and said in the urn: "Four hundred years of hard work, the original **** is only half sure. Fortunately, you automatically send it to the door. Now the original **** has ten levels of assurance."
A clear breeze made Lin Luoran fly up, and she wandered above the clouds, looking down at the Eight-Different Serpent from a higher position.
"Four hundred years ago, you persuaded Tokugawa Ieyasu to take advantage of the expansion of the main shrine on the top of Mt. Fuji, steal the dragon and turn the phoenix, and turn the Asama Taisha without a master into your dojo and steal the original It belongs to the power of faith of the goddess Muhuakai Yajiming of Mount Fuji, trying to prove God with this method, am I right?"
The blood on the ulcer on the chest of the Baqi Great Snake is inaudible, and it is even more ugly when it twists its body.
The fishy smell spreads with its writhing head:
"What's wrong with that stinky woman who can seal the **** under Mount Fuji and seize her godhead?"
Lin Luoran chuckled lightly, "Whether it's right or wrong, your dream, the dark side of all the wills, if the center of dreaming wakes up, what do you think will happen?"
The center of dreaming is Tokugawa Ieyasu, who has been closed by the eight different senses!
Lin Luoran’s fingertips gather radiant light, the vitality of wood, the lightness of water, the hotness of fire, the mellowness of earth, and the sharpness of gold.
This is a psychic bomb that combines the spiritual power of the five elements at will. Xin Yuanping once tasted an aura bomb made from a lower-level aura, whether it is the five-element aura or a higher-level spiritual power, when their proportions are out of balance , Are very dangerous.
Baqi smiled so that all eight heads were shaking, and the tails were also swinging, making the "hostages" caught by its tail look dangerous.
"Little monk, you want to use the principle of repulsion of the five elements to deal with me, are you not afraid of hurting these people?"
The virtual reality is real, half-dream and half-awake, with a sense of ambiguity. It is expected that Lin Luoran would not dare to act rashly. The power of the spiritual power bead explosion is unpredictable, and the most likely to be injured is themselves.
Lin Luoran showed a weird smile, as if Baqi told a very funny joke.
She raised the "Five Elements Spirit Orb" in her hand and made an action ready to throw. Baqi also had to be vigilant. It was not afraid of Lin Luoran injuring anyone, but worried that the explosion would wake up the six-sense-closed virtue. Chuan Ieyasu's four hundred years of hard work was once destroyed, but Lin Luoran, a ready-made "true god" could replace it, and it would not make up for the power of these condensed beliefs!
The deity without the power of faith is like the Chinese nun in front of me, who can only let it be held in his hand.
Lin Luoran's mouth with a strange smile gradually won, she suddenly threw the beads out one by one
"Er dare!" Baqi was furious. One of his heads opened his blood basin and bit his mouth at Lin Luoran. The tail dragged behind him suddenly pressed hard, and he could crush the hostages that were curled up by his tail. Another tail curled up like a five-element spirit power bead, trying to prevent it from exploding.
At this moment, Lin Luoran is in danger, and the hostages are in danger. Looking at the situation, the Five Elements Spirit Orb will not explode as expected. Is it possible that Lin Luoran's efforts have failed so far?
Everyone who was unable to interfere in the battle because the cultivation base was too low, all made their own efforts.
Lin Qingxue aimed at the head that wanted to bite Lin Luoran, and shot without hesitation!
Dad Lin stood up with the help of Yuan Ye, and slashed at the tail of Baqi who wanted to crush the "hostages" to death!
Yuan Ye and Ye Xiaobei tried to work together to squeeze the water system spells, freeze the water under Baqi, and slow down its actions——
They work very hard, they are also too weak.
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The turning point of the matter came from the five-element spiritual power orb. At the moment of such a group attack, its original falling direction suddenly changed its trajectory, the parabola reversed, and it was thrown back.
A big golden bird jumped out from the side, Xiaojin, this is Xiaojin who has been lurking for a long time and has been very low-key!
Xiaojin used its long beak to grab the spiritual power orb, and his wings shook like a bolt of lightning, and the wings were tens of feet away.
"There is a fish in the North Ming, and its name is Kun. Kun is so big, I don’t know how many miles it is. When it turns into a bird, its name is Peng. The back of Peng, I don’t know how many miles it is. Its wings are like clouds hanging down from the sky... the water hits three thousand miles, and it swivels upwards 90 thousand miles."
In the old days, there was a Dapeng bird, which skyrocketed for ninety thousand miles.
Xiaojin is not a Kunpeng, it is just a young bird of the golden eagle eagle, but it is the king of the golden eagle!
Xiaojin grabbed the Spirit Power Orb and disappeared from everyone's sight. Its direction is the snow-capped Mount Fuji.
Baqi was stunned, biting Lin Luoran unexpectedly. The one who greeted its head was whizzing away, Lin Qingxue shot a hundred bullets of spiritual power!
The bullet exploded a blood flower in the heart of its forehead. For its huge body, such an attack was too small and insignificant. But for ordinary Lin Qingxue, this gun can still hit the center of her eyebrows when Baqi twists. This is her pride!
Lin Luoran was no longer where he was.
Ye Xiaobei and Yuan also worked together, like a mosquito, although weak, it made Baqi feel uncomfortable harassment.
It wants to shoot these two "little bugs" immediately.
The real most important blow was Dad Lin's smashing sword power. He slashed at the tail that was engulfing people.
The magic weapon of the third rank, the sword light that has filled Lin Dad's whole body with aura, is indestructible and cut to the ground with a single knife. Although Baqi's tail is not broken, the eruption of blood has dyed a large area of water.
Baqi was in pain and let go of the "hostages" whose tails were curled up.
A light breeze swept in, and Lin Luoran controlled his spells, causing everyone to fall safely behind.
Did it succeed? Everyone is exhausted, and I don't know where the courage to work together comes from.
With their collaboration, they actually took back the hostages from Baqi. When they saw the painful Baqi, everyone felt like a dream.
Lin Luoran propped up the enhanced version of the Lihuo hood, covering the rescued Huang Weijian and Cui Hejian, including Lin Dad and Yuan Ye who were quick to escape.
Baqi twisted his body like crazy. Even if the tall private houses collapsed in Edo Castle, the civilians affected by the war, as well as the Edo people who were killed by the flood, men, women and children, and floating corpses were everywhere.
Rubbles and wooden beams, human corpses and animals, although he knew this was a dream in his heart, Lin Luoran would still have pity in his heart.
Can't stay away from the fire cover for too long, Lin Luoran looked towards Mount Fuji.
Xiaojin, you have to be faster, faster, please...
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"Do you think that if you blow up Mount Fuji, you will open up the exit to the outside world?"
Baqi flicked his tail and lashed on the hood of Lihuo. Lin Luoran's face was not pretty, but it was also full of hope.
Of course she didn't expect to blow up Mount Fuji to open up the exit to the outside world. Everything here is so real. In this dream, Mount Fuji must still be the active volcano. The impact of the bombing of Mt. Fuji will make this dream of perfect weaving never restored to its original appearance.
She is betting that the ability of Baqi to make Tokugawa Ieyasu's dreams is not an endless cycle. In that case, Baqi is already a **** in this field, so why should it make trouble.
Since the energy is conserved, the more she destroys the world of this dream, the more energy the Baqi will use to repair this world later-if it has no successor power, the dream will no longer be compiled If it doesn't go down, the world filled with the power of dark attribute belief will completely collapse.
Being a good person may take three years or more. It only takes three days to be a bad guy.
To govern a country well, it takes several generations of monarchs to work together to corrupt a dynasty, which may be just a deliberate "screw".
Huofeng is right. Destruction is always more intuitive and more powerful than creation.
What Lin Luoran will do now is a spoiler.
"You want to seize my golden seal and book, try to pretend to be a **** with a sinful body... Badi, I want you to see and lead me into the urn. This is your worst decision."
Lin Luoran's profile was shining from the flame from the flame, as if to confirm what she said, a loud noise came from the direction of Mount Fuji.
The ash from the explosion of a volcano formed a huge mushroom cloud, much like the atomic bombs dropped by the United States in Hiroshima and Nagasaki, Japan in one year. The radiation caused by this violent explosion makes this dreamlike. Does the world collapse like water ripples?
Lin Luoran increased her spiritual power output. She was afraid that she would not be able to support her spiritual power, so she directly extracted the strange fire from the space for her own use.
The "memory beads" given by Fairy Bai only had the knowledge before the pill formation period, which made Lin Luoran, the pill formation monk, very awkward. She had the pill formation cultivation free, and she was like a laser gun who didn't know how to use The ignorant children can only rely on the skills of the foundation period to confront the enemy, which is a pity.
The explosion of Mount Fuji increased the cracks in the sky.
Tokugawa Ieyasu, who was closed for six senses, because the world in this dream was connected to him, the seal Baqi put on him was invalidated.
This appearance has been stuck in the middle-aged Japanese warring states star, slowly opened his eyes.
What he saw was the submerged Edo Castle, the wooden beams floating on the water, the side room that had always been favored by him in red was just a cold corpse at this time.
More floating corpses, in front of them, are the citizens of Edo Castle, the citizens of Tokugawa Ieyasu.
The towering sacred mountain was blown up in half, mushroom clouds rose into the sky, lava overflowed, and it was about to engulf the beautiful mountains and rivers here.
Those delicate eaves in memory, white-faced women wearing clogs, the cherry blossoms in the corner will never bloom again, no one will play music, and there will be no proud samurai vowing to be loyal to him... this one The chaotic world is not the Japan in his memory at all.
Pain flashed in Tokugawa Ieyasu's eyes.
Baqiweng said with a voice, "Wait for the original **** to seize the godhead of this Chinese female nun, and you will surely return a more real Edo era..."
Tokugawa Ieyasu was full of black energy. He looked at the big snake, and suddenly said in a deep voice: "Enough."
"What did you say?"
Tokugawa Ieyasu closed his eyes in pain, "I said enough...I have had this dream for four hundred years, and I never want to do it again."
The Edo period that belonged to him has actually died out in the long river of time.
The plants and trees here have their shapes but not their gods. They are not his Edo Castle at all.
In order to intercept the power of dark faith, he even deceived his own.
He has a side room with an unusual spoiling, which is his confidante when he hasn't made his fortune. In the memory, she had already died of dystocia, so he did not have a second son named "Tokugawa Zhenbei"—he was a dreamer, but he also woven himself into a dream.
There are many regrets in life that make him want to go back to the past. For example, the side room that died young, the son who didn't have time to name it.
There are so many glories in life that make him want to stay in his memory.
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I have had this dream for four hundred years and never want to do it again. "
Tokugawa Ieyasu is the center of this world. This perfect Edo period was born because of his nostalgia and obsession. When he didn't want to dream, the world melted at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Mount Fuji disappeared.
Mizusawa disappeared.
The corpses all over the floor disappeared.
The young woodcutter at the foot of Mount Fuji shivered before the molten metal arrived. The next moment, the molten slurry disappeared before his eyes, and he slowly remembered who he was.
As a student of the University of Tokyo, how did he become a woodcutter?
Cui Hejian woke up with his head.
Blood with the memory of a medical officer, Cui Hejian looked at his clothes and clogs, and couldn't smile.
Huang Shuan stretched out and woke up quietly.
It’s really strange. She had a dream of the elder. She dreamed that she had become Toyotomi Hideyori’s mother in the Edo period. Your Majesty, please, she hasn’t fallen in love yet, how could she dream of a twelve Year old son?
As for the middle-aged heroic Tokugawa Ieyasu, the moisture in his body was instantly stripped, and the skin on his body was instantly older than the orange peel.
An ordinary person who has lived four hundred years old, his true physical quality even makes him unable to stand upright at the moment he dreams.
Everyone who disappeared this time, whether it was China or Japan, all came to their senses, and they stood still blankly. And all the fictional characters, like the masked old bustard who performed Kabuki, and the squatters who drank alcohol, disappeared with the melting of the mountains and rivers.
I woke up from the dream and the colorful world was gone. Lin Luoran smiled bitterly at the scene in front of him.
The pungent smell of sulfur, the cracked hard soil layer, and the magma jumping under the soil layer, everyone thought they were wading through the mountains and water, but they just stayed at the crater of Mount Fuji and did a game. Real dreams!
Besides them, there are many dead bones scattered all over the place. Are these people the ones lost in dreams in the past four hundred years?
Xiaojin hovered outside the fire hood, very disturbed.
There is no Baqi Orochi here, where did it go?
Looking at Tokugawa Ieyasu, who was so old that there was only a layer of dry skin attached to his bones, Lin Luoran had a bad feeling in his heart.
Things went smoothly and unexpectedly, is it really so easy to solve the problem?
The answer to her was the sound of cracks coming from the hard soil.
The magma under the soil layer is roaring, breaking out of the earth, breaking out of the earth, that is the twisted body of Baqi, rampant laughter!