I Use Idle Books To Become Saint

"Eldest brother, where are we going?" Chen Luo followed Lang Feixian on the wild plain.

The barbaric plain here is just like the outside world, with the moon in the sky and the wind blowing, the grasses on the ground are clearly distinct. It can even sense Dao Mantian's expulsion power.

It is also a dream, Lang Feixian's dream is ten times more restored than the previous dream of the barbarian god.

"gap"!

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

"This dream magic power is called 'Meng Luo'!" Lang Feixian explained, "In the dream, different avatars will be born according to the opponent's level."

"Killing the clone of the corresponding grade can seal a part of the opponent's Cultivation Base and knock down the opponent's Cultivation Base Realm."

"When all the avatars of the first to ninth ranks are killed, the strength of the super-ranked barbarian avatars will be greatly reduced. I have sealed the last sword, and I can kill the super-ranks!"

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

Chen Luo's mind turned, isn't this method invincible? Seeing Lang Feixian's expression again, he asked with concern: "Brother, is there some kind of backlash for such a spirit spell?"

When Lang Feixian heard Chen Luo's question, he returned to his lazy look and said with a smile, "It's nothing!"

The elder brother didn't want to say anything, so Chen Luo didn't ask any more.

After another thousand miles, Lang Feixian stood still.

"Little brother, before you came, I had already killed the Manzi's ninth-rank, eighth-rank, and seventh-rank avatars at will. The one in front is Manzi's sixth rank avatar, let me try it!"

While talking, I saw a barbarian rushing towards them.

Chen Luo was taken aback for a moment, knowing that the elder brother was testing him, and he was also reminding him.

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

Obviously, I came to save the elder brother, so why do I want the elder brother to trouble me for myself!

Chen Luo didn't refuse, and made a salute, asking the big brother for advice!

As he said that, Chen Luo also rushed towards the fourth rank wild god clone.

A dragon chant resounded, and Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms shot it. Even in the dream, where the Blood Qi lingered, it seemed that there were dragons soaring. Almost at a face-to-face, Chen Luo scattered the fourth rank wild god clone!

Fairy Langfei felt a pain in her heart, but she tried her best not to show it, but looked at Chen Luo with a smile: "Not bad! Your Martial Dao is not bad!"

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

...

After traveling thousands of miles again, the fifth rank avatar of the barbarian god appeared. Chen Luo didn't wait for Lang Feixian to speak, and stepped forward again. The long sword flashed in his hand, and he turned to use Sword Technique to fight against the enemy.

The fifth rank barbarian clone is far stronger than the barbarian opponent Chen Luo encountered before. Chen Luo almost exhausted all his knowledge and successfully killed the opponent with many scars. It's just that Fairy Lang Fei, who was standing in the distance and sweeping the formation for Chen Luo, suddenly paled the moment Chen Luo killed him.

"Junior brother, the limit of three thousand miles is too big, and it can only focus on physical injuries. For a true genius, six thousand miles can already communicate with the source of life. You must pay attention to the enemy."

"Well, I remember." Chen Luo was taught with an open mind, and to be honest, he hasn't encountered any real geniuses so far. For example, those people killed by the barbarians can only hang out at the border, so naturally they are not real geniuses. Just now when he fought with the fifth rank barbarian clone, he sensed that whenever many of his deadly ultimate moves were about to fall on the opponent, the opponent would always have a strange force appearing to break the deadly ultimate move. Maybe the problem is here.

Speaking of this, he suddenly thought of Yujia, the barbarian girl. When she attacked and killed Wuhena before, she attracted the moonlight and the shocking Sword Ray. It can be said that it is the strongest attack below the third rank that Chen Luo has seen so far.

Maybe she is the top genius of the barbarians?

"Okay." Seeing Chen Luo lost in thought, Lang Feixian thought that Chen Luo was digesting what he just said, and encouraged him, "Using three thousand miles of Cultivation Base to kill the fifth rank clone of the barbarian god, although it cannot represent The real strength of the fifth rank of the barbarian god, but you can also be called the pride of the human race!"

"Compared to Li Qinglian, she is not inferior!" Lang Feixian added at the end.

Chen Luo scratched his head: "Really?"

He had seen Li Qinglian enter the barbarian tent alone, only holding the chieftain's chic scene, the elder brother, as the person who knew Li Qinglian best, actually compared himself with him.

Should I be proud or humble?

Lang Feixian looked at the expression on Chen Luo's face, and smiled faintly: "Let's go! You can just watch the battle from now on!"

"Yes!"

...

Six thousand miles.

Lang Feixian casually threw out a Sword Ray, splitting the sixth rank avatar of the wild god into two.

Seven thousand miles.

Langfei's long sword flew across the sky, and Sword Ray was like a dragon, piercing the seventh-rank avatar of the barbarian god.

Eight thousand miles.

Immortal Lang Fei threw his sword out, drawing out the Baili Jianhe, and drowning the eighth-rank clone of the barbarian god.

...

Nine thousand miles.

A bright moon rises, and the clear light falls.

Immortal Lang Fei stepped on the green lotus, held a long sword, and fought fiercely with the first rank avatar of the barbarian god. It was clearly just a dream, but Chen Luo, who was watching from afar, felt the momentum was overwhelming.

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

At the same time that the first rank avatar of the barbarian god dissipated, Lang Feixian spat out a mouthful of blood.

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

"It's okay!" Lang Feixian wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and was about to say something, when his expression changed suddenly, and he stopped Chen Luo behind him, looking forward solemnly.

At this time, blood suddenly rolled in the sky, and finally gathered into the face of the Man God, Tu Nan.

"Lang Feixian!"

Tanan's voice came from afar.

"You took great pains to lure me into a dream, and then arranged this dream fall method! Do you really think you can kill me?"

"I can sense it. Every time I lose a clone, your Cultivation Base will drop by one point. Now that you have killed the ninth rank, do you still have the Great Confucian Cultivation Base?"

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

"Then unleash your sword!" Tanan said, "At present, I only have 50% of the Cultivation Base at the peak, and I am waiting for you to kill me here!"

"If you don't come, after a stick of incense, this god will be able to break this dream magic power, and when the Cultivation Base recovers, the outside world will kill you and the juniors around you together!"

Fairy Lang Fei ignored Tu Nan, but looked at Chen Luo.

"Junior brother, next, I will trouble you!"

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

"Alive, go back to heaven!"

"Then, tell him I miss him!"

After finishing speaking, Immortal Langfei sat in the Lotus Position out of thin air, his figure slowly became unreal, and finally turned into a green lotus, floating in midair.

"Senior brother!" Chen Luo was startled, and saw the green lotus turning, the petals blooming, and a long sword shot out from the petals of the green lotus flower, and his figure turned into a figure in Tsing Yi.

"Big Brother..." Chen Luo was overjoyed, and was about to speak, but stopped suddenly, because the person in front of him was not Lang Feixian.

His eyes were arrogant and unrestrained, completely different from the lazy look of the elder brother. Although his face was exactly the same, it was obviously another person.

"Eldest brother? Are you Xiaoqing's junior brother?" The figure smiled lightly.

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

The green lotus flower blooms, and the poetry fairy returns!

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

"Why are you hurt so badly? The Cultivation Base has fallen to the Great Confucianism!" Li Qinglian waved her hand, and the Qinglian floated towards Chen Luo, "Don't worry, your life will be fine, but the Cultivation Base is damaged, so it can be repaired."

Chen Luo held Qinglian, the body of Fairy Langfei, with both hands, and looked at Li Qinglian: "Eldest 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 god in the sky, and a long sword appeared in his hand, and the poetic world burst out, and his arrogance burst into the sky.

This Setsuna, Na Tanan 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 dead already!" Li Qinglian slowly walked towards the Man God in the sky, "It's just a remnant soul, so don't be nervous!"

"I'm just the last sword Xiaoqing talked about!"

As she said that, Li Qinglian frowned slightly: "Are you from the Qilin Department? Are you actually a savage?"

Chen Luo was taken aback, Qi Lin Department? Isn't this the first barbarian tribe slaughtered by Li Qinglian in the black lotus illusion?

The voice of the Barbarian God of Tunan seemed to suddenly panic: "You...don't come here!"

"Li Qinglian, your bloodline and spirit 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 will join forces with you. If the soul of Immortal Langfei is damaged, I can help you take him away! How about it?"

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

Li Qinglian stopped in her tracks, with a playful expression on her face: "Duoshe?"

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

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

"As for the imprint..."

"The heavens know me, the barbarians know me, the sun, moon and stars know me, and the rivers, lakes and seas know me! So what if they are wiped out!"

"I am dignified Li Qinglian, I only live one life!"

Chen Luo raised his head and shouted: "Everyone in the future will know Li Qinglian, the poem of the Immortal Poem, eternal Immortal!"

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

"exist!"

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

"Have!"

"Would you like to read and see me off, I, Li Qinglian, would like to see if there is anyone in the future who can stand shoulder to shoulder with me?"

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

Chen Luo held Qinglian in his hand and read aloud——

"When will the bright moon come? Ask the blue sky for wine. I don't know the palace in the sky, what year is it..."

"it is good!"

"When you get it, you can sing and lose it. If you are sad, you will hate it. If you have wine today, you will be drunk today, and you will be sad tomorrow."

"Hahaha... I can't wait to have fun with wine!"

"Jingkou Guazhou is surrounded by water, and Zhongshan Mountain is only a few mountains away. The spring breeze is on the south bank of the Green River. When will the bright moon shine on me?"

"good!"

"After all, the scenery of West Lake in June is not the same as that of the four seasons. The lotus leaves are boundless in the sky, and the lotus flowers are red in the sun!"

"Wonderful..."

...

In this way, accompanied by the sound of poetry reciting, Li Qinglian got closer and closer to the place of the barbarian god.

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

A modern poem.

"When the wine enters the guts, the seven cents turn into moonlight!"

"If you spit out the remaining three points, it will be half of the prosperous Tang Dynasty!"

The figure of Li Qinglian paused for a moment, and finally muttered: "Flourishing Tang? Prosperous Tang..."

Suddenly, his eyes were clear and he seemed to understand something.

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

Li Qinglian's figure disappeared thousands of miles away.

A ray of blue light illuminates the sky and earth, and a long howl pierces the sky——

"God, die!"

Afterwards, the phantom of the wild sun emerged, and it shattered like dust in an instant.

Everything is at peace.

Only the green lotus in Chen Luo's hand trembled slightly.

...

Don't ask for sainthood, don't ask for heaven,

Fine wine is a fairy in a thousand poems.

Since then, the bright moon is so lonely,

Li Qinglian is not seen in the world.

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