Xuanhuan: Storytelling In Shrouding The Heavens, The Saint Is Moved

Time passed in a flash, and in a hurry, it was already the third day.

Han Lian's mood is still a little uneasy when he thinks that tomorrow he will tell the book to open the martial arts list.

Although in his heart, he is already familiar with the list of martial arts, but how to say it is another matter.

After all, the strength of the warriors is rare in the same realm. Han Lian comes out one after the other, and it is always difficult to deal with those who are not satisfied.

Could it be that he was asked about Tianjiao's strength before, and let them fight?

Those almighty cultivators, once they make a move, they are almost at their full strength, and they rarely keep their hands.

As for killing a chicken to warn the monkey, it may have an effect on the spot, but after the storytelling, his reputation will definitely be greatly affected.

If the storyteller's reputation is bad, he will definitely shoot himself in the foot, which is really unwise, and some of the gains outweigh the losses.

It's just a pity. Now, I don't have any means to convince them completely. Otherwise, there would be no such troubles.

Thinking about this, Han Lian couldn't help but sigh.

He was a little bored looking at his own system warehouse, hoping to find some way.

And at this moment, he glanced and saw his remaining 10,000 storytelling points.

You still have 10,000 storytelling points left?

Han Lian was in disbelief, recalled for a moment, and then suddenly realized.

That's right, Leng Hanchan came to find him that day, and then he drew ten consecutive silver treasure chests.

If you go to blame, you can only blame the rewards of the treasure chest at that time for being too rich. The rewards of ten consecutive draws are comparable to twenty consecutive draws. After patronizing and studying the rewards at that time, I put the ten thousand storytelling points on hold.

If it is 35,000 points, that's all, but if the whole 10,000 storytelling points are not used, I really feel a little 'annoying' when I look at it.

He looked at the storytelling point for a while, and after a little hesitation, he still clicked on the lottery page.

Looking at the bright silver treasure chest and the golden treasure chest, he swiped left and right, and there was a rare tangled expression on his face.

If you choose the ten consecutive draws from the silver treasure chest, the rewards will be more stable, and there will always be something you can use.

As for the golden treasure chest, it is a bit of a gamble.

But then again, what if you can really reward yourself with a red beam of light?

Han Lian hesitated for a while, but still clicked on the golden treasure chest.

Looking at the familiar lottery scene, Han Lian held his breath.

Red, red, red!

As if having a consonance, the golden treasure chest shook, and a red beam of light shot up into the sky.

At that moment, Han Lian's mind trembled fiercely.

It really came out, but fortunately I didn't make any vows, otherwise, some things would really be mysterious.

He took a deep breath and waited for the sound of the storytelling system.

After a few breaths, a crisp and pleasant voice finally sounded in his heart.

"Ding! Congratulations to the host, you have obtained the dream of Saint Zhuang Sheng!"

Hearing the system beep, Han Lian looked at the reward in the warehouse, and couldn't help but feel a little dazed in his mind.

He knows the realm of saints. There are six levels of Immortal platform above the dragon. Only monks who step on the fourth floor of the Immortal platform and step into the field of law can be called "sages".

The level of life in this realm has been sublimated, and the strength of one body has exceeded ordinary truth.

But what is this saint's dream?

Han Lian had never heard of it, and naturally didn't know much about it.

Knowing that such thinking is useless, I simply clicked on the system warehouse and chose to explore.

Zhuang Sheng's dream of saints: In the ancient times, there were many saints.

There is Shengzhuangsheng, who takes the dream as the principle, and all kinds of things in the world are transformed into a dream of Nanke and condensed into a treasure.

Because the world is different, it can be turned into a treasure, and the rules can be set according to the host's thoughts.

Remarks: Once the rules are set, every time you want to change them, you need to consume twice the spiritual sense.

Remarks: Sage Zhuang Sheng comprehended the Dao to perfection, and finally attained the position of quasi-emperor.

This... turned out to be an exotic treasure?

How to say...similar to...I drop the world?

He took it out in surprise, and found that it was invisible and intangible, and only he could perceive it with his spiritual sense.

At the moment of its arrival, Han Lian has already started all kinds of fantasies.

If you say that you make it into a world like a blue star, and the national color is fragrant every night, will it make you reluctant to think about Shu?

Thinking about it like this, I'm really a little excited.... Wait, why am I going to the lottery?

Han Lian suddenly thought of something and couldn't help but light up his eyes.

This is really a sleepy pillow. With this thing, if I set up polishing well, wouldn't my previous problem be solved?

He had already figured out how to use it.

The problem I have now is that when I talk about the martial arts rankings, some people are not convinced because of the ranking.

Even if such a great cultivator can be repelled or suppressed, his connections, power, and prestige will naturally have a certain impact on him.

Thinking of this, Han Lian began to design.

He circulated his spiritual consciousness and refined it. In the blink of an eye, a light blue plump Kunling appeared in his mind.

It swayed in Han Lian's mind, leaving blue butterflies wherever he passed, and he had a little understanding of it in the flow.

Zhuang Shengxiaomeng, the artifact spirit of this exotic treasure is a Kun-like elf, which is in charge of the birth and death of this dream world.

Han Lian teased the little guy and started his own imagination.

How to fix it... Well, let's determine the shape template first.

His spiritual thoughts swayed, and in the blink of an eye, a structure shaped like a small tower was formed in his mind.

From the outside, this tower is set up to be ten layers, corresponding to the ten major realms of the Falling Feather Realm.

Each level is subdivided into ten levels, corresponding to the ten-level small realm of each big realm.

In this way, the differentiation into a hundred layers is just right.

This is not the end, there must be a distinction... Han Lian's thoughts flowed, and above this small tower, clouds began to flow again.

Since it is for the confidants of powerful monks, it should naturally be easier.

Taking ordinary cultivator, Leng Hanchan, and his own martial power as the standard, it is divided into ordinary, Tianjiao, and evildoer.

And now we are talking about the list of martial arts, and it should be a hundred-story tower of another martial arts.

Well... it's just not enough, since we want more functionality, we should open up another martial arts arena.

This kind of words will not be refined. Every tenth floor is just right... All of a sudden, five corners of this ten-story Octagonal Exquisite Pagoda are already lit up. Knowing that most of his spiritual knowledge has been consumed now, he thought for a long time and suddenly thought of something.

With the rapid consumption of his spiritual consciousness, above the tenth floor, there was a small space opened up by him.

The 100th floor, above the Shattered Void Realm!

After this thought flashed through him, his spiritual sense was consumed at a rather terrifying speed.

In the blink of an eye, the sea of ​​spiritual thoughts has dried up, and it can be said that there is not a drop left.

In the bottom of his heart, Han Lian felt an unprecedented sense of exhaustion.

He restrained his mind, and between his hands, the exquisite pagoda appeared in his palm.

Its characteristics are between the virtual and the real. The Kun Lian sensed Han Lian, escaped from the tower, and blew bubbles at him.

Well, now that's it, it's done.

Looking at this exquisite tower, Han Lian always felt that something was missing. After thinking about it for a long time, he finally realized that it had no name.

Between the flow of thoughts, there is a calculation.

This place is the Tongtian Pavilion. I have set up the Tongtian Monument. Now, I have fabricated this small pagoda based on the dream of Zhuang Sheng, so let's call it the "Tongtian Tower"!

Thinking of this, it seems that there is a consonance in the heart. Above this small pagoda, a small plaque suddenly appeared, with the words 'Tongtian Pagoda'.

After the tower is successfully built, some details are needed.

For example, about the pain level, about the dreaming of the sword, and for example, setting the upper limit of customs clearance, you can't probe beyond the tenth level of your own realm... Han Lian's thoughts are surging, and all kinds of thoughts are added to it, just like saying the law, and constantly for It imposes conditions.

Seeing that the Tongtian Tower was quite complete, he suddenly thought of something and couldn't help but slap the table.

Yes, the operation of this tower to the sky requires the consumption of spiritual thoughts.

After all, even if it is a dream, it cannot exist all the time.

Since this is the case, the monks who use this tower to break through the barrier need to use their own spiritual thoughts to supply the operation of the Tongtian Tower.

I can't let Kunling help me in vain, after all, this little guy is also working hard.

Just take more than 30% of the consumption of spiritual thoughts, attribute it to Kunling, and become the foundation of its nurturing.

I am such a genius!