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

Chapter 321 Mengzu?God of dreams?

"After so many years, I actually fell asleep."

The Thirteenth Patriarch showed a helpless smile.

As a monk, I have already forgotten about sleep.

As for dreaming, he has already forgotten this skill.

"It seems that the last time I dreamed was...the last time."

The Thirteenth Patriarch originally wanted to sigh, but suddenly realized that he couldn't remember the last time he had a dream.

"Oh... dreaming."

The Thirteenth Patriarch sighed.

In reality, there are too many troubles.

Now, does he need to dream to relax himself for a while?

"However, speaking of dreams..."

The Thirteenth Patriarch's gaze became deep.

Back then, when the Mengling clan was still there, before the Mengling bloodline was cursed.

Those of them who have a trace of dream spirit blood have some connection with the dream.

If they enter the dreamland, they can even cultivate themselves for a short period of time.

The effect is minimal.

According to all those who have the blood of Mengling, this is because, in the dreamland, there is the supreme Mengzu.

The Thirteenth Patriarch knew that these were all legends, or the kind of particularly unreliable legends.

Even the Meng Ling clan took this story as a joke, and it was only mentioned when coaxing children.

only……

At this time, the Thirteenth Patriarch couldn't help but think of what his father said to him when he was young.

"Little head, in the dreamland, there is hidden the supreme dream ancestor of our clan.

When you encounter unsolvable problems, don't be afraid and don't hesitate. Pray to Meng Zu, and you will gain the courage to go forward. "

At that time, he carefully wrote down these words.

Now, he just wants to say.

If Mengzu really exists, why only give us the courage to go forward instead of helping us solve problems.

The Thirteenth Patriarch showed a bitter smile.

Suddenly, at this moment, a voice sounded from his heart.

"What... are you longing for?"

The voice is ethereal and extremely majestic, like a god.

"Who are you, where are you? How did you enter my dream!"

The Thirteenth Patriarch frowned.

The forbidden area is absolutely safe, and ordinary people cannot enter at will.

To enter the forbidden area and sneak into his dreams, at least one must have the strength to return to God.

Returning to the gods, that is a superior existence, the entire Kunlan world has not returned to the gods.

If he is a cultivator in the realm of returning to the gods, what should he pay attention to?
The opponent can suppress him with a flip of his hand.

"What... are you longing for?"

The majestic, ethereal voice continued to come.

This voice seemed to possess magical qualities.

"I……"

"What... are you longing for?"

Voice, keep repeating.

The Thirteenth Patriarch's face was dark, and finally he gritted his teeth and said, "I long to become stronger!

I long to protect my people!
I am eager to pass on the clan! "

For the Thirteenth Patriarch, these are his pursuits in this life.

He didn't want to see the Clan wiped out.

He didn't want the flames of the Qiling clan to be cut off.

He yelled out loud, impassioned.

"Believe in me, as you wish!"

"Belief? Who are you?" The Thirteenth Patriarch's eyes flickered with excitement.

Believe in this vocabulary, he naturally knows.

Those who believe in are saints and gods.

"I came from a dream, I was born from a dream... I am the god of dreams!"

"The god of dreams? Mengzu?
Are you the legendary dream ancestor? !
impossible!
There is no Meng Zu in the world at all, all of this is fake.

Are you from the Taiqi family, or that one?What are your intentions! "

The Thirteenth Patriarch was extremely vigilant.

Mengzu is nothing but fiction, just a legend.

Even the sage asserted that Mengzu couldn't be true if the truth turned false into falsehood.

"Believe in me, as you wish!"

The voice is still ethereal, majestic and vast.

"I believe in you?" The Thirteenth Patriarch's complexion changed again and again.

He is a dying person, there is nothing to care about at all.

The most precious thing on his body now is this body, maybe it can be refined into a spiritual weapon.

There is no great ability at all, and there is such a leisurely mind to play with him.

Is it...

"So what if I believe in you?"

"I, Qi Shisan, swear by my Dao heart, take my god as my master, and believe in my god!"

Following the words of the Thirteenth Patriarch, the voice fell.

Above the sky, the Milky Way hangs upside down.

Thousands of divine lights merged into the body of the Thirteen Patriarchs like a waterfall.

"Give you... the power of recovery."

The divine light washed away, and the Thirteenth Patriarch's entire body and spirit were found to have changed.

"Is my injury healed?"

Even in a dream, with his current strength, he can still feel the condition of the main body.

He suddenly discovered that under the bath of this divine light, his injuries were completely healed.

He naturally knew how terrifying his injury was.

Even if he recruited a medical expert from the Realm of Little Gods, he still couldn't completely heal his injuries.

He, who was exhausted, recovered in an instant.

"Are you really... Mengzu?"

Mengzu, does it really exist?
The Thirteenth Patriarch was stunned.

"Give you... the courage to go forward."

The Milky Way hangs upside down, and countless divine lights once again filled the body of the Thirteenth Patriarch.

He suddenly felt that his whole person had become different.

"Meng Zu!
No, the God of Dreams! "

The Thirteenth Patriarch already believed it.

Such means, such words!
The legendary Meng Zu actually existed.

There was a look of excitement and ecstasy on his face.

"Give you... the confidence to continue the ethnic group!"

With the sound of vast majesty came.

Countless divine light poured into the body of the Thirteenth Patriarch again.

"This is……"

The Thirteenth Patriarch's eyes lit up.

"Dream three thousand!!"

The supreme existence suddenly taught him a Taoism.

No, magic!

"Practice this method, you can break the cage.

Propagating dreams can prove the way of dreams. "

Countless voices poured into the ears of the Thirteenth Patriarch.

He immediately obtained countless information.

Mengzu really existed, but he was called the God of Dreams.

The god of dreams is the origin of all dreams.

Believe in the god of dream making, you can break the cage!
"What I have to do now is to spread the word about my God!"

The Thirteenth Ancestor had a firm heart, and he knew exactly what he was going to do.

That is to practice the Three Thousand Great Dreams, and let other clansmen also practice.

Only by doing this can the Qiling clan grow stronger, which is also the meaning of his existence.

"Establishment of education, name of a part-time job."

"I can take three shots for you."

Following these two voices, the voice of the dream-making god completely disappeared and became silent.

The Thirteenth Patriarch immediately woke up from the dream.

"Is my injury really healed?"

He checked it out, and it was really good.

"The God of Dreams!

Workers religion!

Dream three thousand! "

Thinking of a lot, he immediately practiced the Great Dream Three Thousand.

In less than a moment, a shocked look appeared on his face.

"This kind of magic... is even stronger than the dream spirit holy law of the Dream Spirit Clan!"

On the journey of the dream, the Meng Ling family went the deepest and the farthest.

The Thirteenth Patriarch had been in contact with the Holy Law of Meng Ling.

It's very strong, but it's a pity that it can no longer be cultivated. Today's divine method far surpasses the sacred method of Mengling when cultivated.

"My God..."

The Thirteenth Ancestor had complex and deep eyes.

……

After half a day.

"Thirteen, you woke us up just to say this?"

Yizu's gaze was like lightning, he was one of the few small gods present.

"Mengzu? The god of dreams, these are nothing but illusions." The Twelfth Patriarch spoke with disdain.

"Hey, once we wake up, it's one less time." The Seventh Patriarch said, his voice was quite dissatisfied.

"Great Ancestor, look at my current state." After the Thirteenth Ancestor finished speaking, a strong aura emanated from his body.

Great Ancestor, Seventh Ancestor, and other Ancestors all looked over and immediately investigated.

"You're full of vigor and spirit, and your Dao Yun is long... Your injury is healed?" Dazu was shocked.

The Thirteenth Patriarch is somewhat similar to them, and this time he took action to threaten the Taiqi Clan.

His state can be said to be incomparably withered.

Now, it's all right!
This is comparable to the peak period of the Thirteen Patriarchs.

"What's going on?" Everyone else showed sharp faces.

"It's the god of dreams, who gave me revival!" The Thirteenth Patriarch showed a devout look on his face.

Others paid more attention to the words of the Thirteenth Patriarch.

After all, the ancestors present were injured and disabled.

The weak curse not only restricted their breakthrough, but also greatly reduced their lifespan.

They naturally longed to be like the Thirteenth Patriarch.

"Thirteen, believe in the God of Dreams, and practice the Three Thousand Great Dreams, can it really bring us a way out for the Qiling Clan?" The Seventh Patriarch asked with serious eyes.

"Dream Three Thousand, even more powerful than the holy law of Mengling, it is a divine law!"

"But..." The Seventh Patriarch hesitated, "What if there is a trap inside, do you really believe in this so-called dream-making god?
Even if Meng Zu really existed, I would not trust this Meng Zu. "

The other ancestors nodded, they thought the same as the Seventh Patriarch.

Belief in this thing is too vain.

They are monks, fighting with the sky and the earth, seeking to find a way.

"If Mengzu really existed, the Mengling clan would not be destroyed.

Dream's bloodline will not hide from XZ and decline like this. "The Eighth Patriarch spoke, his eyes deep.

"But... do we have any other better options?
Without change, we can only die.

Change, only a ray of real life?

However, the Taiqi clan approached, and the Xiemeizong continued to exert pressure.

Can our Qiling clan continue for a hundred years? "

The other ancestors were silent.

The Thirteenth Patriarch was right.

The Qiling clan has no way out.

At this time, change is actually the best way out.

No matter what kind of change it is, it is better than nothing.

"We...really put the whole clan on the illusory dream-making god?" The Sixth Patriarch's voice trembled.

"We have no choice!" The Thirteenth Patriarch said calmly.

The Thirteenth Patriarch didn't know whether he believed in the God of Dream Creation or not.

However, at this moment, he believed it.

The god of dreams is the only way out.

Everyone else's eyes were on Yizu.

The first ancestor is the root of the Qiling clan and the strongest of the Qiling clan.

Only he can decide the fate of Qiling Clan.

Suddenly, Yizu showed a devout look on his face.

"Praise my God!
My god is eternal! "

As Yizu's voice fell, other voices rose intermittently on the field.

"Praise my God!
My god is eternal! "

They have no choice.

Their enemy is that high-ranking curse.

Perhaps, the eyes of the curse have never been cast on them.

However, they will die because of the curse.

The Thirteenth Patriarch showed a pious smile on his face: "Praise my God."

It doesn't matter whether that person is the god of dreams, or has other purposes.

At this moment, he is the god of dreams, the god of their Qiling clan, the whole clan.

At the end of the meeting, the thirteen ancestors decided that the whole clan should believe in the God of Dreams.

The process, of course, is not as simple as it seems.

In half a day, they have actually deduced tens of thousands of results.

Only by believing in the God of Dreams can there be a glimmer of life.

Half a day later, a message was sent from the ancestral land, and the Qiling family was included in the Migrant God Sect, which believed in the god of dream creation.

The tribe was puzzled, and the patriarch entered the ancestral land.

After a stick of incense, the patriarch came out and announced that he believed in the God of Dreams and practiced three thousand dreams.

The Qiling family is extremely efficient.

After all, at this time, they have nothing but unity.

In just two days, [-]% of the members of Qiling Clan have already cultivated the power of dream creation.

The number is still increasing.

In the forbidden area, Xu Chen smiled: "Sure enough, the monks in the upper realm are powerful."

Although the Qiling clan is weak, there are tens of thousands of supernatural powers.

In the dream spirit space back then, there were only a few hundred monks comparable to supernatural powers.

The two cannot be compared.

So many monks are practicing the Great Dream Three Thousand, although it is only in the initial stage, but Xu Chen has already collected a lot of dream-making power.

"Unfortunately, it is far from enough to establish a transfer station for the upper and lower bounds."

Xu Chen thought.

But fortunately, it was just a good start.

"Here, stay for three days, and then go back to the sect."

Xu Chen thought about the follow-up plan.

However, he couldn't just go back like this.

The current Qiling clan is still too weak.

In case some great enemy came and the Qiling clan was wiped out, Xu Chen would be at a great loss.

"It's time to give the Qiling family some cards."

Xu Chen thought.

Suddenly, he sensed a breath, and a smile appeared on his face.

"There is."

At the same time, in the hall of Qiling Clan.

A complicated smile appeared on the face of the man in black: "Ying'er, the so-called God of Dream Creation is just someone who pretends to be a ghost!
When my strength was still there, I had killed many Xiaoxiao like this. "

The man in black is Qiying's husband, Zhao Kuang, an inner disciple of Taixuzong.

"Husband, this is decided by the ancestors." Qiying comforted.

She knew her husband's character, and she couldn't bring back what she had decided.

Otherwise, he would not have offended an elder in the realm of detachment in Taixuzong, was plotted against by an elder in the realm of detachment, was injured by the thunder robbery, and his realm would not fall.

"Old ancestors and the others..." The man in black fell silent.

He naturally knows the current situation of Qiling Clan.

It can be said that the Qiling clan is not far from extermination.

At this moment, a bitterness emerged from the corner of his mouth.

It would have been great if he hadn't been young and frivolous and self-willed back then.

At that time, he was only one step away from becoming a core disciple.

As a result, he did something wrong and became a useless person.

If he becomes the core disciple of the Taixu Sect, how dare the Taiqi Clan bully the Qiling Clan like this.

"Ying'er, I'm the one who's sorry for you and the Qiling clan." Zhao Kuang looked sad.

The Qiling clan gave him not much.

All kinds of cultivation resources and all kinds of help are for him to become a core disciple of Taixuzong, and even a true disciple.

"Husband, it's not your fault." Qiying hugged Zhao Kuang's head and placed it on her chest.

"It would be great if... I could recover my strength." Zhao Kuang sighed.

If his strength was still there, the Qiling clan wouldn't fight like this, sacrificing the entire clan's life to believe in the God of Dreams, just in exchange for a glimmer of life.

"Who is Zhao Kuang?" Just then, a voice came.

　Thanks for the reward of [Moran and Qing], thank you!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)