"Elder brother, where are we going?" Chen Luo followed Lang Feixian as he walked on the plains.
The wild plain here is just like the outside world. The wild moon is in the sky, the wild wind is blowing, and the wild grass on the ground is very distinct. It can even sense Dao Mantian's expulsion power.
It is also a dream. Compared with the previous dream of the Barbarian God, Lang Feixian's dream is at least ten times more restored.
"gap"!
After all, the real body of the senior brother is Dreamland Qinglian, playing in Dreamland is professional!
"This dream magic power is called 'Dream Fall'!" Lang Feixian explained, "In dreams, different soul clones will be born according to the opponent's level."
"Killing the clone of the corresponding level can seal part of the opponent's cultivation level and knock down the opponent's cultivation level."
"When all the clones of the first to ninth grade are killed, the strength of the super-grade Barbarian God clones will be greatly reduced. I still have the last sword sealed, which can kill the super-grade!"
Having said this, Lang Feixian, who had always had an indifferent smile on his face, suddenly stopped smiling and felt a little lonely.
Chen Luo thought, wouldn't this method be invincible? Looking at Lang Feixian's expression again, he asked with concern: "Elder brother, is there any backlash from such a divine soul spell?"
When Lang Feixian heard Chen Luo's question, he returned to his lazy look and said with a smile: "It's nothing!"
The senior brother didn't want to say anything, so Chen Luo stopped asking.
After traveling another thousand miles, Langfeixian stood still.
"Junior brother, before you came, I had killed the ninth-grade, eighth-grade, and seventh-grade divine soul clones of Manzi at will. In front of you is Manzi's sixth-grade clone, let me give you a try!"
While they were talking, they saw a barbarian rushing towards them.
Chen Luo was stunned, knowing that his senior brother was testing him and giving him some advice.
At an unknown price, he was allowed to practice with the fourth-grade body of a barbarian god!
He obviously came to save his senior brother, why did he ask his senior brother to bother him again!
Chen Luo didn't refuse, he saluted and asked Senior Brother for advice!
With that said, Chen Luo also rushed towards the fourth-grade Barbarian God clone.
A dragon roar resounded, and the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms were struck. Even in the dream, where the blood was lingering, there seemed to be a group of flying dragons. Almost as soon as they met, Chen Luo dispersed the fourth-grade Barbarian God clone!
Lang Feixian felt a pain in his heart, but he resisted it and did not show it. Instead, he looked at Chen Luo with a smile: "Not bad! Junior brother, your martial arts is good!"
"Level 4 is too weak, let's go, keep moving forward!"
…
After traveling thousands of miles again, the fifth-level clone 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 skills to fight the enemy.
The fifth-grade Barbarian God clone was far stronger than the barbarian opponents Chen Luo had encountered before. Chen Luo used almost all his knowledge to successfully kill the opponent with many scars. Lang Feixian, who was standing in the distance to prepare for Chen Luo, suddenly turned pale when Chen Luo killed him.
"Junior brother, three thousand miles is too limited. It can only deal with flesh wounds. For true geniuses, six thousand miles can already communicate with the origin of life. You must be careful when dealing with the enemy."
"Yes, I remember it." Chen Luo accepted the lesson with an open mind. To be honest, he had not met any real genius so far. For example, those people killed by the barbarians could only hang out on the border, so naturally they were not real geniuses. Just now, he had a battle with the fifth-grade Barbarian God clone, and he felt that every time many of his fatal moves were about to fall on the opponent, a strange force would appear on the opponent's side and break the fatal moves. Maybe the problem lies here.
Speaking of this, he suddenly remembered the barbarian Yujia. When she attacked Wu Hena before, she caused the moonlight to fall with a shocking sword light. It can be said that it was the strongest attack below the third level that Chen Luo had ever seen.
Maybe she is the top genius of the barbarians?
"Okay." Seeing Chen Luo deep in thought, Lang Feixian encouraged him, thinking that Chen Luo was digesting what he just said, "With a cultivation level of three thousand miles, he can kill the fifth-grade clone of the Barbarian God with all his strength, although it cannot represent The true strength of the fifth-level Barbarian God, but little junior brother, you can also be called the genius of the human race!"
"Compared with Li Qinglian, he 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, carrying only the chieftain's head, and the eldest brother, as the person who knew Li Qinglian best, actually compared himself with him.
Should we be proud or should we be humble?
Lang Feixian looked at the expression on Chen Luo's face and smiled lightly: "Let's go! You can just watch the battle next!"
"yes!"
…
Six thousand miles.
Lang Feixian casually threw out a sword light, splitting the sixth-grade clone of the Barbarian God into two.
Seven thousand miles.
Lang Feixian's long sword flew across the sky, the sword's light was like a dragon, and it pierced the seventh-grade clone of the Barbarian God.
Eight thousand miles.
Lang Feixian threw his sword out, drawing out a hundred-mile sword river and drowning the eighth-level Barbarian God clone.
…
Nine thousand miles.
A bright moon rises and shines brightly.
Lang Feixian stepped on the green lotus, held a long sword, and fought fiercely with the first-level clone of the Barbarian God. It was obviously just in a dream, but Chen Luo, who was watching from a distance, felt that the momentum was overwhelming.
In the end, Lang Feixian took a hard punch from the opponent and broke the sword inside the opponent's body, successfully killing the opponent.
At the same time that the first-level clone of the Barbarian God dissipated, Lang Feixian spit out a mouthful of blood.
"Elder 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 else when his expression suddenly changed. He stopped Chen Luo behind him and looked forward with a solemn expression.
At this time, blood suddenly rolled in the sky, and finally gathered into the face of the Barbarian God Tanan.
"Lang Feixian!"
Tanan's voice came from far away.
"You took great pains to lure me into a dream, and then arranged the way to make the dream fall! Do you really think you can kill me?"
"I can sense that every time I lose a clone, your cultivation level will drop by one point. Now that I have killed the ninth grade, do you still have the cultivation level of a great scholar?"
Chen Luo was shocked and looked at Lang Feixian, but Lang Feixian looked at Tanan's face: "I still have a sword!"
"Then draw your sword!" Tanan said, "I am currently only 50% of my peak cultivation level. I am waiting for you to kill me here thousands of miles away!"
"If you don't come, after one stick of incense, I will be able to break this dream magic power. When my cultivation is restored, I will kill you and the junior brothers around you in the outside world!"
Lang Feixian ignored Tanan and looked at Chen Luo.
"Junior brother, I'm going to trouble you next!"
"Elder brother, what do you need me to do?"
"Live and return to heaven!"
"Then, tell him I miss him!"
After saying that, Lang Feixian sat cross-legged out of thin air, his figure slowly became illusory, and finally turned into a green lotus, floating in mid-air.
"Elder brother!" Chen Luo was startled. He saw the green lotus turning and its petals blooming. From the green lotus petals, a long sword shot out, and his body swayed and turned into a human figure in green.
"Elder 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 unruly, completely different from his senior brother's lazy look. Although his face was exactly the same, he was obviously another person.
"Elder brother? Are you Xiaoqing's junior brother?" the figure chuckled.
"Are you...Li Qinglian?" Chen Luo said in surprise.
The green lotus blooms, and the Poet Fairy returns!
Li Qinglian looked at the Qinglian floating in the air, but she replied to Chen Luo: "It doesn't count! I am the soul that stayed in Xiao Qing's origin when I pulled him out."
"Why are you injured so badly? Your cultivation level has dropped below that of a great scholar!" Li Qinglian waved her hand, and the green lotus floated towards Chen Luo, "Don't worry, your life is not affected, but your cultivation level is damaged. You can recover after repairing."
Chen Luo held Lang Feixian's true body Qinglian with both hands and looked at Li Qinglian: "Elder brother said that he misses you very much."
Li Qinglian smiled slightly: "I miss him too!"
As he spoke, he turned to look at the face of the wild god on the horizon. A long sword appeared in his hand, and the poetic world exploded with heroic spirit.
At this moment, Na Tanan seemed to sense the power of the poetic world, recognized the person in front of her, and was shocked: "Li Qinglian, you... you are not dead?"
"Dead! He's dead a long time ago!" Li Qinglian slowly walked towards the Barbarian God in the sky, "It's just a remnant soul, Barbarian God, don't be nervous!"
"I'm just the last sword Xiao Qing said!"
As she said that, Li Qinglian frowned slightly: "Are you from the Qilin tribe? Are you actually a wild god?"
Chen Luo was stunned, Qi Linbu? Isn't this the first barbarian tribe that Li Qinglian massacred in the Black Lotus Fantasy Realm?
Natanan Barbarian God's voice seemed to be suddenly frightened: "You...don't come over!"
"Li Qinglian, your bloodline and your soul have been wiped out. Now this is your last mark. If you fight with me, you will no longer exist in the world!"
"Li Qinglian! If I join forces with you, if the soul of Immortal Langfei is damaged, I can help you seize him! How about that?"
"Let the Poet Immortal Li Qinglian return to the world!"
Li Qinglian stopped and asked with a playful look on her face: "Seize the body?"
Chen Luo's expression changed and he looked at Li Qinglian solemnly.
Li Qinglian laughed twice: "Xiaoqing is like my son, like my brother, and you actually let me take him away! This split soul of mine exists just to protect him!"
"As for the mark..."
"The sky knows me, the wild earth knows me, the sun, moon and stars know me, the rivers, lakes and seas know me! So what if I am wiped out!"
"I, the mighty Li Qinglian, only live once!"
Chen Luo raised his head and shouted: "Everyone in future generations will know that Li Qinglian's poems are immortal!"
"Hahahaha..." Li Qinglian looked at Chen Luo and nodded slightly, "Junior brother!"
"exist!"
"After I die, will I still have beautiful poems?"
"have!"
"Would you like to read a farewell poem for me? I, Li Qinglian, would like to see if anyone in the future can compare with me."
With that said, Li Qinglian moved forward with her sword and flew towards Wanli.
Chen Luo held the green lotus in his hand and read loudly——
"When will the bright moon come? Ask the sky for wine. I wonder what year it is in the palace in the sky..."
"good!"
"When you gain, you sing loudly and when you lose, you rest, and when you are sad and resentful, it is long. There is wine today and you are drunk now, and you will be worried tomorrow."
"Hahaha... I can't wait to drink wine together!"
"Between Jingkou and Guazhou, there are only a few mountains between Zhongshan. The spring breeze is green again on the south bank of the river. When will the bright moon shine back on me?"
"good!"
"After all, the scenery of West Lake in June is different from that of the four seasons. The lotus leaves touching the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers reflecting the sun are exceptionally red!"
"Wonderful..."
…
In this way, accompanied by the chanting of poetry, Li Qinglian moved closer and closer to the location of the barbarian god.
Chen Luo looked at Li Qinglian, whose back he could almost see, took a deep breath and read out the last poem.
A modern poem.
"The wine went into the intestines, and seven parts turned into moonlight!"
"The remaining three points, if you spit it out, you will be half of the prosperous Tang Dynasty!"
Li Qinglian's figure paused for a moment, and finally murmured: "The prosperous Tang Dynasty? The prosperous Tang Dynasty..."
Suddenly, his eyes became clear and he seemed to understand something.
"Hahaha, Li Bai, thank you for reciting the poem, little friend!"
Li Qinglian's figure disappeared thousands of miles away.
A ray of green light illuminates the heaven and earth, and a long roar pierces the clouds——
"Barbarian God, die!"
Then, the phantom of the barbarian sun appeared and instantly shattered into dust.
Everything returns to peace.
Only the green lotus in Chen Luo's hand trembled slightly.
…
Don’t ask for sainthood, don’t ask for heaven,
Good wine and a thousand sorrows are among the immortals in poetry.
From now on, the bright moon becomes more lonely,
Li Qinglian is nowhere to be seen in the world.
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