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

"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.

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"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.