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

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.

Chapter 322

"I'm."

Zhao Kuang looked puzzled.

"Greetings to the Twelve Patriarchs." Qiying showed a respectful expression on his face.

Zhao Kuang also showed a serious look on his face.

The Twelve Patriarchs naturally knew about it, but the Twelve Patriarchs didn't know about him.

The Twelfth Patriarch looked at Zhao Kuang with a complicated expression on his face: "It's a good seedling, it's a pity."

He put his hand on Zhao Kuang's body, and the strong power of thunder calamity came.

This kind of injury can be said to be hopeless.

Unless you have the power of the Holy Master Realm, you can use your whole body's cultivation to suppress it.

However, the power of the Holy Master Realm will be abolished, and Zhao Kuang's injury will only be suppressed, it will not heal at all, and his way forward will also be cut off.

Unless, let the legendary emperor or even the saint take action, it can really be effective for this kind of injury.

Of course, whether it can be completely cured is another matter.

"Why did the Twelve Patriarchs want me?" Zhao Kuang had doubts on his face.

"The God of Dreams once promised our believers that he was willing to save us from danger three times.

The Thirteenth Patriarch, me, and other patriarchs decided to let the God of Dreams heal your injuries. "When mentioning the dream-making god, the Twelve Patriarchs showed a pious look on their faces.

Whether the piety is true or not, at least it looks like it on the surface.

"This..." Zhao Kuang was shocked, he didn't expect it to be like this.

However, he instantly understood the intention of the Qiling Clan's move.

Perhaps, they don't fully trust the so-called dream-making god.

Thinking of this made him even more uncomfortable.

Without complete trust, the whole clan believes in the God of Dreams and practices "Three Thousand Dreams", which shows how bad the current situation of the Qiling clan is.

"Obey." Zhao Kuang didn't say much.

He knew how serious his injury was, and the peak master shook his head repeatedly after taking a look.

Lei Jie's injury was almost unexplainable in the Kunlan world.

There are even no cases of cure in other circles.

"Husband..." Qiying was extremely excited when she heard the words of the Twelve Patriarchs, and there was a kind of hope in her heart.

The former husband was high-spirited, but now he is decadent and depressed.

"I hope my god..."

Zhao Kuang glanced at Qiying, his heart was much calmer.

He was extremely curious about the God of Dreams.

Following the Twelve Patriarchs, Zhao Kuang came to the forbidden area of ​​the Qiling Clan.