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

Chapter 200 The Glorious Worker (for Subscription)

Hearing Meng Lao's words, Meng Zhou's heart tightened.

"What's wrong? Menglao."

"It's okay...the leg is useless, it's a pity."

Xu Chen has been observing Meng Zhou, thinking about improving his favorability.

He found that Meng Zhou cared more about his sister Meng Jiang.

Perhaps, this Meng Jiang was the breakthrough point.

And her legs...

Xu Chen felt that there was a lot to be done.

Fortunately, there is no Great Wall in this dream spirit space.

If it is cured and she goes to cry the Great Wall down, it will be Xu Chen's fault.

"Hey..." Meng Zhou was depressed, "Back then, my sister wanted to save me... her legs."

Meng Zhou was full of guilt.

"Actually, I have a way to make your sister stand and walk again."

When Xu Chen's voice came, Meng Zhou stopped moving.

"Ah? Really!"

"Yes." Xu Chen said slowly, "The exercises I taught you actually have the ability to regenerate broken limbs, but you are not strong enough now, and you will be fine when you reach the second level."

"Really?" Meng Zhou was excited, he wanted to work hard to upgrade to level 2.

Tier 2 is still far away.

He has to work hard to become stronger!

At this time, Xu Chen's voice came again.

"If you do what I say, your sister can recover today without waiting for you to reach level 2."

"What?" Meng Zhou was shocked, and there was a little more worry in his heart.

"Do you want to give it a try?" Xu Chen's voice was calm.

Meng Zhou hesitated and had many thoughts.

Finally, he gritted his teeth and agreed: "Yes!"

"Follow what I said." Xu Chen said.

"Okay." Meng Zhou nodded.

He pushed open the door and entered his sister's workshop.

Meng Jiang was weaving, and when he saw Meng Zhou, he smiled: "It's hot here, stay outside."

"Sister, I now have a method that may heal your leg." Meng Zhou said in a deep voice.

"Could it be..." Meng Jiang was slightly stunned, and some weird thoughts came to his mind, "No, Meng Zhou!"

"Sister, trust me." Meng Zhou stared into her sister's eyes with sincerity.

Meng Jiang hesitated for a while before answering.

"it is good."

Meng Zhou quickly came to Meng Jiang and hugged his sister to the bed.

Meng Jiang lay flat, looking at Meng Zhou.

"Run the exercises."

When Xu Chen's voice came, Meng Zhou quickly started to run Dream Three Thousand.

"Put it on Meng Jiang's lower abdomen... run... feet..."

Xu Chen spoke logically.

Meng Zhou's forehead was covered with sweat, and he did as Xu Chen said.

At this time, a ray of dream-making power went out and merged into Meng Jiang's thigh.

The dream spirit space is somewhat similar to the dream space.

Dream spirits and dream creatures also have something in common.

What Xu Chen is doing now is to slowly transform these people into dream creatures.

Then, these people practiced the power of dream creation.

From the inside, turn this dream spirit space into Xu Chen's unique dream-making space.

"Okay, your sister's leg is already healed." Xu Chen's vicissitudes of life came.

"Thank you Menglao!" Meng Zhou was excited, thanked Xu Chen in his heart, and looked at Meng Jiang: "Sister, can you give it a try?"

His eyes were expectant, full of light.

"it is good."

Meng Jiang also felt a little apprehensive.

She got off the bed and touched her feet to the ground.

Meng Zhou supported his sister.

Under his gaze, the sister's feet moved forward slowly, and then gradually became bolder.

Sister, I can really walk!

……

"The favorability is only 20? It shouldn't be."

Xu Chen was stunned.

It stands to reason that this kind of help is at least 30, right?
As a result, only 20.

20, just a general favor.

30 to 60 is a high degree of favorability.

Could it be that this Meng Zhou is a white-eyed wolf?

After thinking about it, Xu Chen rejected this guess.

According to his judgment, Meng Zhou was not a white-eyed wolf.

Could it be... something happened?
Xu Chen thought for a while.

He looked at Meng Zhou who was practicing, and spoke slowly.

"Meng Zhou, are you hostile to me?"

Xu Chen intends to get straight to the point.

"do not trust me?"

"Ah?" Meng Zhou's eyes flashed with panic, "No."

"If you have anything, you can just say it." Xu Chen said, "I don't like people who hide and hide. If you don't want to avenge me, bomb the Heavenly Gang, forget it... hey."

"I..." Meng Zhou hesitated for a long time.

He said slowly: "Old Meng, do you know the curse?"

"I know." Xu Chen remembered the spell token.

The fall of the entire dream spirit clan is related to the spell token.

"Actually... I suspect that you are a cursed spirit." Meng Zhou said slowly, "In Qinshan Town, we were taught from an early age that there would be cursed spirits who would pretend to be fallen dreamers and tempt us to fall... ..."

Through Meng Zhou's explanation, Xu Chen knew.

It turns out that in the dream spirit space, there are many cursed spirits that will enter the bodies of the dream spirit tribe, tempt these people to degenerate, and lead to catastrophe.

"I see……"

Xu Chen understood.

No wonder Meng Zhou didn't trust him so much.

"I'm not a cursed spirit." Xu Chen said, "Otherwise, I wouldn't need to teach you the Great Dream Thousand, and I wouldn't need to spend my soul to heal your sister."

"I..." Meng Zhou's voice changed slightly, "Could it be that the one who uses dream spirit is not a cursed spirit, but... I'm afraid that you are a more powerful cursed spirit..."

Meng Zhou has always suspected that Xu Chen is the legendary cursed spirit.

However, it is somewhat different from what others have said.

He was always on the alert.

Now, speaking openly, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"I'm not the so-called cursed spirit, I'm just an ancient ghost." Xu Chen's voice was vicissitudes.

"I'm sorry...Meng Lao, I was wrong, I misunderstood you." Meng Zhou's voice was full of self-blame.

Xu Chen glanced at Meng Zhou.

Yes, with 50 favorability.

A favorability of 50 is already a high degree of favorability.

"I treated your sister just now, my soul has suffered some injuries, and I need to sleep for seven days.

During this period of time, you continue to practice according to what I said. "

"What, Menglao, are you injured?" Hearing the news, Meng Zhou blamed himself immensely.

That's right, Meng Lao is just a remnant soul, lingering on his last breath.

If you want to heal your sister's leg, the dream spirit power you cultivated is nothing at all.

Meng Lao must have used a lot of force.

Thinking of this, Meng Zhou blamed himself even more.

"It's okay, a little injury..." Xu Chen's voice became weaker and weaker.

"Mengling... sorry..." Meng Zhou's voice was low.

Xu Chen took a look.

However, 60 favorability points.

60 favorability degree, already touched the threshold of deep favorability.

Not far from 80 favorability.

I don't know what relationship the blood of Zu Feng has with the owner of the signed clothes.

……

"God! I praise you!"

"God of the Holy Void above the sky, please set your sights on this abandoned place!"

The high priest Wu Changlong prostrated himself on the ground, surrounded by some thin dream spirits kneeling on the ground.

They are ragged, sallow and emaciated, and malnourished at first glance.

Their eyes were cloudy, and they only had some color when they didn't see the dilapidated sculpture.

In front of them was an incomplete sculpture with a strange face.

These people are all members of the Dream Spirit Tribe outside the Dream City.

Cataclysm, tides of monsters, and starvation threaten them all.

They cannot enter Dream City.

When the catastrophe strikes, there is only death.

Many people hope that there is a god and power to save them.

However, they worshiped this holy god for a long time, but there was no response.

Wu Changlong stood up, looking old and determined, "God will save us!"

Wu Changlong is a wandering dream spiritualist, his strength is very weak, only the first level.

Now he is extremely old, old and frail.

Even hiding in this dream spirit space.

The curse still haunts them.

Even if he is already a first-order dream master, he will not live for 100 years.

Every time a level is raised, the lifespan increases by 50 years.

Therefore, even in Dream City, there are no dream masters over 1000 years old.

"High Priest...I want to leave..." At this moment, a young man in ragged clothes stood up with a look of sadness on his face, "My parents passed away, I want to take my wife and leave Anping County, how far can I escape, Run as far as you can.”

Wu Changlong looked at this young man with bitterness in his heart.

This young man, named Wu Tingba, has been a member of the Holy Spirit Sect for 3 years.

"Yes." Wu Changlong nodded, after thinking for a while, he took out a package, "Here are 3 steamed buns, enough for you to eat for a while on the road."

"Thank you High Priest!" The young man knelt down and took the package.

Hunger, chaos, ignorance, death... this world is filled.

Ordinary people have no chance of survival.

Being able to live past 60 years old is longevity.

This is a hopeless world, a world without hope.

Wu Changlong looked at the other people, feeling desolate in his heart.

Holy God!
Just then, suddenly.

A golden light fell on the statue of the god.

On the sculpture of the gods, a burly figure can be vaguely seen.

The rich and pure dream spirit power on his body!

No, this is divine power!

The power of dream spirit, it is impossible to have

Wu Changlong's body trembled, his face flashed with confusion, and then turned into ecstasy.

"Worship my god."

All believers bowed down to the ground.

Their bodies trembled, their faces were frenzied, and there was a hint of fear.

The god of holiness has actually appeared!

"I am the god of dreams, and I have thousands of incarnations. Shengxu is just one of my thousands of incarnations."

The voice is mighty, with unquestionable majesty.

Wu Changlong was even more shocked and ecstatic.

The god of holiness he believed in turned out to be just the incarnation of this great god.

Regardless of whether this is true or not, this is true divine power!

Even if the God of Holy Void is killed by this God of Dreams, what he believes in now is also this God of Dreams!

"Thinking of the sufferings of the common people, today I created the God of Migrants, and passed down the formula of "Three Thousands of Little Dreams"..."

The so-called god of dreams is naturally Xu Chen.

The power of dream creation is somewhat similar to the power of the dream spirit, but far exceeds the power of the dream spirit.

Xu Chen has already planned to conquer the dream spirit space internally and transform it into a piece of himself.

It is an important part for these people to practice the adapted Dream Three Thousand.

This technique can cultivate a weakened version of dream-making power.

Use these people to slowly affect the entire dream spirit space.

Surround the city from the countryside, and finally take down Dream City.

Moreover, this world is about to face a catastrophe.

Xu Chen taught this technique and transformed them into dream creatures, which also saved them.

"Thank God!"

"Thank God!"

Everyone knelt down and cast their bodies on the ground.

Xiaomeng's three thousand exercises entered their bodies and circulated by themselves.

"Gift!" Xu Chen nodded lightly.

Many strands of dream-making power poured into everyone's bodies.

Suddenly, their bodies underwent drastic changes.

"I... have become a dream master?"

"Thank you my lord!"

These believers trembled.

Although they are still ragged and skinny, they have an extra temperament.

Not the temperament of a dog leg.

"Wu Changlong, I enshrine you as the High Priest of the God of Worker Sect, spread the formulas, fight against disasters, and fall asleep.

From now on, you will be glorious workers! "

A mass of dream-making power entered Wu Changlong's body.

Wu Changlong's strength keeps improving!

Second order!Tier [-]!Tier [-]!

In the end, it stayed at the fifth level!

The fifth level, even within Dream City, is an absolute powerhouse.

Comparable to the realm of the outside world.

"Thank you, my God!" Wu Changlong was extremely excited.

This improvement in strength was like a miracle to him.

He felt that he was full of strength.

At the moment, he doesn't pay attention to the high priests of several divine religions around him.

Even if someone from Dream City came, he still had confidence.

"If you encounter a crisis, call out: God Envoy Yu Tuo, save me!

There will be gods to save you and so on.

Only the high priest can call for help. "

Xu Chen's voice was indifferent, mixed with a hint of majesty.

After everyone heard it, they immediately shouted.

"Follow the oracle!"

"Follow the oracle!"

The aura of the dream-making god disappeared, and after a long time, Wu Changlong and the other congregants stood up.

Ahead, the statue of the God of the Holy Void has changed its appearance.

It seems that it is incomparably deep and incomparably stalwart.

Just looking at the statue, Wu Changlong felt a vast aura.

This is absolutely divine!
Besides God, who could make him change from an old first-level dream spiritualist to a fifth-level dream spiritualist.

No, it's a fifth-order spirit master!
"High Priest... my god's decree..." Beside him, a believer spoke, with hesitation in his eyes.

"The decree of my god is the direction of our hearts.

What my god has to do now is to promote my god, recruit believers, and bring all the congregants into dreamland! "

"Obey!" shouted the congregation.

Now, they are all first-order dream masters.

No longer an ordinary mortal.

"Now, we have two things to do, one is to change clothes; the other is to eat and drink enough!"

What they are wearing now is a disgrace to the God of Dreams.

Therefore, it is necessary to change clothes.

Wu Changlong took out all his savings for so many years.

"Here is 1000 Mengyuan, which can be used to order clothes, wine and food.

On the clothes, three words should be printed: beat the workers! "

The three people who beat the workers sounded incomprehensible.

At first glance, it is very stylish.

Meet the God of Dreams.

……

After drinking and eating, I put on new clothes.

Dozens of people are full of energy, completely different from before.

Wu Changlong looked at the crowd and said slowly, "Now, it's time to get down to business!"

"understand!"

The crowd is excited.

Only the God of Dreams can save the world.

They are also heroes of the world.

At this moment, a congregation hurried in.

"High priest, it's not good, something happened to the little paparazzi."

Wu Changlong's expression remained unchanged: "Calm down, we are working as workers now, don't call Liu Qi a paparazzi, call him by his name!"

"High Priest! Something happened to Liu Qi!"

"What's the matter?" Wu Changlong asked.

"The dream yuan you gave him, the rest was taken away by the high priest of the Dragon Shadow God Sect!"

ps: 8000 words short.

(End of this chapter)