Reincarnation of the Empress: My senior brother has the qualifications of a saint

The god of dreams is naturally Xu Chen.

This Taoism is the Taoism that Xu Chen collected with the Illusory Great Emperor, and the strength of the quasi-emperor level, plus the previous understanding of the power of dream creation to improve the Taoism.

With this kind of exercise, Qi Litong's cultivation speed will increase.

More importantly, when you practice, you will have the power to create dreams.

Of course, these Qi Litong didn't know at all.

"Nine Heavens Illusory God Thunder Art?"

Seeing this method, Qi Litong was extremely shocked.

The content of Taoism is vast and ethereal, and its level is extremely high.

Even, no less than the holy law of air burial.

"Thank you, God of Dreams!"

He was extremely excited.

But at this moment, there was no voice of the dream-making god in his mind at all.

Qi Litong was extremely sad and regretful.

He understood that for someone like the God of Dreams, being able to set his sights on such a small person for a while would be his great fortune, and he shouldn't expect too long.

He calmed down and forced himself to remain calm.

The God of Dreams will not help him out of the predicament.

For that kind of character, it might be just laying down a chess piece at will, treating it as a game.

Of course, he was fortunate enough to be a chess piece of a big man, and he was relatively lucky.

At this time, there was a burst of laughter in the room.

"Litong, you don't look very pretty with white hair."

A young woman walked over, a large expanse of white snow could be seen on her towering chest, and there were many hickey marks in it, and her face was still charming.

This woman is exactly Qi Litong's former Taoist companion.

"Of course, when you have black hair, it's not as good as what happened to Lord Shengzi." The young woman's eyes were full of charm.

Qi Litong looked at the young woman, neither sad nor happy.

In his heart, he actually had a killing intent towards the young woman.

If it wasn't for her, he wouldn't have fallen to this point.

For himself, he doesn't value it very much.

Big deal.

What makes him most uncomfortable is that the sect has been implicated.

As the master of a sect, but unable to protect the sect, this is extremely uncomfortable.

Seeing Qi Litong's neither sad nor happy expression, the young woman felt a trace of anger in her heart.

"Why are you not angry?"

"I'm your Taoist companion?"

"Is your dilapidated sect the only one in your eyes?"

Qi Litong's face finally changed slightly: "That is also your sect, it was your father who handed Long Xuanzong over to me."

"Oh, a broken sect, what else is there to worry about." The young woman chuckled, "Following you, I will only be a god in this life, following the Holy Son, I may even hope to become the Holy Master!

In this life, you can only be a little god. "

After the young woman finished speaking, she turned and left.

Qi Litong looked at the young woman with calm eyes, but his heart was very uneasy.

……

In Taixuzong.

Xu Chen looked calm.

"Planted a nice seed."

Not everyone can cultivate the power of dream creation.

In other words, even if it can be cultivated, there is still a gap in the quality and amount of the dream-making power cultivated.

At present, the Mengling family has the highest efficiency in cultivating the power of dream creation.

Secondly, it is a group with the blood of the Mengling family.

Ordinary cultivators like Tai Xuzong would be even less efficient in cultivating the power of dream creation.

That Qi Litong can be regarded as a different kind, he has a special physique, and the power of dream creation he can cultivate is even comparable to that of the dream spirit clan, and even much higher.

Today's Dream Spirit Clan does not have the Realm of Little Gods.

Therefore, Xu Chen returned to the cave and felt Qi Litong's existence, so he paid special attention to it.

At this time, news came from Yujian.

Xu Chen glanced at it, and he got up and opened the door of the cave.

At this time, a woman walked in.

It was Zhao Feixue.

At this moment, Zhao Feixue seemed to be very happy with a smile on her brow.

"I didn't expect you to be quite courageous, and dare to offend the Holy Son of Air Burial."

Zhao Feixue was indeed surprised.

You know, even if she is the granddaughter of the King of the Four Seas, she would not dare to offend the Holy Son who was buried in the air too much.

This time, when the empty burial son came to Taixuzong, she hid aside and did not dare to come out.

In the end, Xu Chen was lucky, and directly confronted the Holy Son of the Air Burial, and even caused the Holy Son of the Air Burial to stumble.

"I didn't offend him, but he offended me." Xu Chen's eyes were calm.

Hearing Xu Chen's words, Zhao Feixue was stunned, and then laughed: "You are quite interesting."

This was the first time she had heard such a statement.

This Xu Chen is very courageous.

But it's also normal, I'm not very courageous, how dare I offend the Holy Son of Air Burial.

"Look, now you have offended the Holy Son of Air Burial, and he will not let you go." Zhao Feixue sat on the futon, stretched her waist, and had a graceful figure.

Although she is not as big as Master, she still has a figure.

"And then?" Xu Chen didn't care much about Zhao Feixue's words.

"Since you have offended the Holy Son of Air Burial, why don't we continue with our previous agreement.

You pretended to be my fiancé and broke the engagement for me.

In that case, Mr. Zhu Wushen will also protect you. "

Zhao Feixue said slowly.

She is extremely disgusted with the marriage contract with the empty burial son.

"I think...you still care about the safety of Mr. Zhu Wushen." Xu Chen said casually.

When he played the role of the illusory emperor, his soul swept across the Kunlan Realm.

No one found his soul at all.

Under his powerful spirit, many things cannot be hidden.

For example, not far from the Taixu Sect, there are several powerhouses in the realm of the Holy Master hidden.

These strong men all come from the Holy Land of Air Burial.

Xu Chen guessed that he was going to attack Zhu Wushen.

In other words, take advantage of Zhu Wushen's breakthrough to the state of returning to the gods to attack.

Zhao Feixue's face changed again and again: "What do you know?"

She thought that Xu Chen was talking about Zhu Wushen's breakthrough to the state of returning to the gods.

She knew that the catastrophe in which Zhu Wushen broke through to the state of returning to the gods was terrifying.

Today's Zhu Wushen has a damaged Dao heart, and it is difficult for him to survive the thunder disaster.

"It's nothing." Xu Chen didn't get entangled in this matter.

Zhao Feixue looked at Xu Chen with a suspicious expression: "Could it be that Mr. Zhu Wushen told you all about it?"

Xu Chen didn't answer.

"By the way, are you going to help me?"

"No." Xu Chen refused, he was not interested at all.

Hearing Xu Chen's words, Zhao Feixue was choked up.

However, she still changed her face and pretended to be cute and pitiful.

"Don't you just have the heart to watch me suffer at the hands of the Holy Son who was buried in the air?"

"You are not mine." Xu Chen smiled.

It is unnecessary for him not to agree.

Seeing that Zhao Feixue looks the same as Master, she might be Master's older sister or younger sister.

He will take care of it.

"Who am I if I belong to you?" Zhao Feixue seemed to be full of expectation.

"Really?" Xu Chen looked at Zhao Feixue's beautiful face and stretched out his hand deliberately.

Sure enough, her hands hadn't touched Zhao Feixue's face yet.

Zhao Feixue backed away, her face turned cold: "Sure enough, men don't have a good thing."

After speaking, Zhao Feixue turned and left.

However, when she reached the entrance of the cave, she paused.

"If you move my heart, I don't mind what happens to you."

Looking at Zhao Feixue's back, Xu Chen smiled and didn't think much about it.

"Ok?"

Suddenly, he froze slightly.

There seems to be something wrong with Qiling Clan.

……

At the same time, the atmosphere of Qiling Clan is not so good.

At this moment, Qi Tianji, the patriarch of the Qiling Clan, stood aside with a solemn expression.

The same is true for the Thirteenth Patriarch and the Great Patriarch.

After practicing the Great Dream Three Thousand, their strength has improved a little.

But cultivation is a long-term thing, and I have only practiced for a few days.

Even if it is improved, it will not increase too much.

It can be said that the combat power of the Qiling clan today has not changed much from before.

It will take at least years for the Great Dream Three Thousand to achieve an overall improvement in the Qiling Clan's strength.

"Old ancestors, the patriarch of the Taiqi clan has passed the third lightning calamity."

Qi Tianji looked worried.