I Use Idle Books To Become Saint

Chen Luo was able to decipher that this dream was not the dream of the big brother, because the two sources of information were not equal.

First of all, Chen Luo entered the dream through the nightmare beast pupil, instead of being directly hit by the dream spell, so he still retains his own memory and will not be disturbed by the factors in the dream, which is a surprise.

Secondly, Chen Luo knew about the relationship between Li Qinglian and the elder brother, but Man Shen didn't. If Chen Luo's guess is correct, the black lotus is actually the elder brother's memory of Li Qinglian, so he was lucky enough to see the demeanor of a poet hundreds of years ago.

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

Only the elder brother's enemy, that is, Man Shen, can do this.

Suddenly there was a mysterious feeling of coolness rising, and when I was about to see through these illusions, suddenly the black lotus struck.

This was not an accident, but a measure that Manshen had to take because he was worried that he would discover the clues of this dream.

"Junior Brother, you finally woke up." Meng Hao suddenly appeared next to Chen Luo, and said with a relieved smile, "In order not to make the Man God suspicious, my Fractionated Divinity seals the memory. Only when you wake up, I will Then unblock it, don't blame it."

Chen Luo saluted: "Brother, you are welcome. When I fell into a dream, senior brother turned into a god to protect me, implying in the name of Li Qinglian's best friend Meng Haoran, that I was too stupid to immediately think of the connection."

The Xuezhai student frowned slightly: "Are you two out of your mind? What kind of dreams are you talking about in front of the enemy! What kind of gods! If you talk nonsense like this again, when the battle is over later, I will definitely report to the head of the mountain, You two leave the study!"

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

Chen Luo shook his head: "Before, I wondered why this study barrier couldn't go out, and no outsiders could come in. Now that I think about it, this barrier should be a cage, trapping the barbarian god's dream cage."

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

Meng Haoran nodded: "These are the keys to dream magic powers. It's just that for the barbarian, trapped in the cage of dream magic, it is impossible to detect and find the real node. So when he saw you coming in, little brother, he wanted to Use your hand to find nodes."

"Fortunately, I woke up early, otherwise I would have killed senior brother." Chen Luo apologized, and then looked at the angry Xuezhai student, "There is no need to pretend anymore. After all, you are a barbarian. The dream you created is too big. Rough."

"There is no change of seasons, there is no change of cloudy or sunny, the passage of time seems to be fleeting, and the Cultivation Base obtained in this study is like flowers in the mirror."

"I just thought it would be like this in dreams. Now that I think about it, it's because you don't understand the magic of dreams, and the weaving is too rough."

"Forcibly influence my soul, make me believe that what I see and hear, will be used by you in the end."

"Don't you know that Du Sheng, the human race, has already suggested that the key to Illusion Art is to 'sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently'?"

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

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

"Just trying to save some time!"

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

Saying that, the student's face finally froze, becoming the image of a middle-aged man, exactly the appearance of Tu Lian, Chang Tu Lian of Shuzhai Mountain. A dangerous aura burst out from his body and rushed towards Chen Luo.

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

"Do I not exist?" Meng Hao asked suddenly. He raised his leg and took a step towards Chen Luo. His whole figure actually merged into Chen Luo's body. It hit the blue halo and disappeared without a trace.

"So that's it!" A message flashed across Chen Luo's mind, and he said with a smile, "So the core you are looking for, Man God, is Meng Hao transformed from my big brother, Fractionated Divinity!"

"My elder brother still has a sword in his dream, please the gods to taste it!"

As he spoke, Chen Luo sank slightly, and tapped the green lake with his toes. A cyan light pattern spread between Setsuna, and the black lotus touched by the light pattern quickly faded from black, and turned into a blossoming green color full of righteousness. lotus.

For a time, the heaven and the earth were full of righteousness, and the green lotus was full of green lakes!

"Qinglian! Qinglian! It's Qinglian again!" Tu Lian's face was full of disgust, "I will kill them all!"

Above the sky, a huge palm appeared, and pressed it towards the green lake. The palm seemed to compress the space, and pressed the center of the green lake into a depression, 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 trembled, as expected of a god!

One must know that this is a dreamland, and Manshen is not using his physical body Blood Qi, which he is good at, what's more, he is being suppressed by the dream magic power of his elder brother at this time.

"The emerald lake is three thousand miles away, and Qinglian has righteousness."

"Turn into Sword Ray and kill the enemies in the world."

Chen Luo chanted, another touch of the lake surface, and the green lotuses all over the lake instantly flew up from the lake surface, dancing and twirling, turning into blue Sword Qi.

That Sword Qi shuttles quickly in mid-air, shining brightly. They pierced through the chests of the study students one by one, causing the transformed students to dissipate one after another, finally converging into a long river of Sword Qi, rushing towards the giant palm that fell from the sky.

Tu Lian frowned slightly, closed his eyes, and concentrated all his strength on the giant palm. The giant palm suddenly solidified, and the pressure under the palm suddenly increased, even forming a space hole in the palm, and the Sword Qi was a long river. Flying towards the giant palm, they collapsed one after another halfway.

It's like a giant log that was sent into the cutting machine, and it collapsed before it touched the giant palm, and there was nothing to stop the giant palm from falling.

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

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

Chen Luo looked at the slow but fast giant palm which was only a few feet away from him in a blink of an eye, and looked at Tu Lian: "Who said that only Qinglian can make poetic Sword Qi?"

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

"Jianhu, get up!"

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

These three thousand miles of emerald lakes are all poetic Sword Qi!

The lake roared and rose into the sky, forming a column of water reaching the sky, rushing towards the falling giant palm. The space black hole under the giant palm continuously obliterated the Sword Qi water column, but waves rose up again and again, and the calm lake surface seemed like a thousand peaks in an instant. Standing tall, like a thousand dragons emerging from the water.

For a moment, the giant palm and the water column were in a stalemate, neither giving way.

"Who are you?" Tu Lian finally got serious. In this dream, the means he could use were limited. He just looked at Chen Luo fiercely, "When I kill Lang Feixian, the next target will be you." !"

"Secret of the Bamboo Forest, disciple of the Fang family, you don't deserve to know my name!" Chen Luo said with a straight face.

While speaking, the huge waves of the emerald lake surged again, and finally broke through the black hole under the giant palm, completely submerging the giant palm. The poetic Sword Qi in the lake cruising and shuttling above the giant palm, cutting and wearing away, the giant palm shrunk even more. 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 power can only trap the god for a while, but it can't kill the god."

"At most, let me have a nightmare."

"When the god wakes up, both of you will die without a place to bury!"

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

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

Where the light shines, the laughing path where the book studio was originally located slowly turned into nothingness.

The dream of the barbarian god is broken!

...

Under the sky.

Blood Qi is like a fog, covering the sky. Beyond the blood mist, huge and weird formations were drawn on the ground. On the formations, various corpses seemed to be lying in fixed places with great regularity. Among these corpses, there are human races, barbarian races, Demonic Beasts, and wild beasts. If you look carefully, you can see that all these corpses are above the third rank.

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

An old woman came walking with a stick, she didn't pay attention to the corpse lying on the ground, but stepped into the blood mist step by step.

She walked forward step by step, neither fast nor slow, every step seemed to be carefully measured. The blood mist did not make her lose her sense of direction, and finally, a burly figure sitting in Lotus Position appeared in front of her eyes.

The figure was sitting there, his heart beating like a drum, thumping.

"A Gu!" The old woman called softly, and the barbarian on the opposite side slowly opened his eyes.

This person is exactly the barbarian emperor of the Ilisa Khan tribe, the tower bone, that Han Qingzhu has been thinking about!

Tower Bone looked at the old woman: "What news from the outside world?"

"The Battle of Winter will end in seven days, and Mordan will lead his troops back at that time!"

The tower bone nodded slightly: "Wait a little longer."

"I can feel that the stars of the gods are still shining."

"There are still two links missing in the ritual of being promoted to a barbarian god. If the emperor wants to advance, he must be promoted to become the most powerful barbarian god!"

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

"One more bloody battle, it should be enough!"

The tower bone closed its eyes again, the old woman saluted again, turned and left the blood mist.

...

The barbarian's dream collapsed, and Chen Luo's eyes blurred, and he saw the face of a smiling handsome uncle almost touching his own face, Chen Luo stepped back, and was shocked to see the appearance of the person in front of him clearly.

"Li Qinglian?"

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

Chen Luo immediately knew the identity of the person in front of him, and quickly saluted: "Chen Luo has met the elder brother!"

This handsome uncle is naturally the elder brother of Zhulin, Lang Feixian.

"Not busy, not busy!" Fairy Lang Fei supported Chen Luo, and smiled, "Here, it's still a dream! It can't be real! You go out and beg me again!"

"Go, senior brother will take you to slaughter the gods!"