Jian Shanqiao looked at the top of the mountain where Zhen Xiaobai was from afar, she didn't care if Zhen Xiaobai didn't understand, that's all she could say, at this time, the cold wind outside was grinning. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info Jian Shanqiao shook his long black hair and stood up straight.

And Zhou Yong, on the other side, was holding the pill that Jian Shanqiao gave her, like a treasure.

"Haha, with such a formation and a pill wizard, what is a Dao boy!" Zhou Yong laughed loudly.

He raised his eyebrows and looked at the elixir, and commanded into the void space. "Come on, since that person likes this Taoist boy, send that Taoist boy to her."

"Yes." In a dark place, a gloomy voice was heard.

But it didn't take long for Zhou Yong's face to rise with anger, "What happened again?" ”

"Back to the master, the Taoist boy is preaching in the Taoist hall." A voice came from nothingness.

They were going to abandon the Dao Tong, but that was when the Dao Tong was useless, and now that he was willing to continue preaching, he could not be the master.

"Oh? How did he suddenly figure it out? Zhou Yong put the pill in the palm of his hand, and his expression did not change in the slightest.

"When I went back to the master, I found out that the woman had gone to see Zhen Xiaobai before that."

"In that case, let's let them be." Zhou Yong closed his eyes, he was in a trance for a moment, Jian Shanqiao is such an amazing and brilliant person, since he appeared in the Fengyu Sect, then they will firmly grasp it.

Regardless of whether Jian Shanqiao is an innocent person, and whether she belongs to a force or not, if Jian Shanqiao has a force behind him, and he has self-confidence, if that force is comparable to Feng Yuzong, it will be fine, if it is not comparable.

Zhou Yong believed that he could make enough benefits to draw Jian Shanqiao to his side.

The causes and consequences of all this are quickly connected in my mind. Zhou Yong smiled because he believed in himself more.

At this moment, the sky was suddenly filled with a layer of blue mist, enveloping the entire Fengyu Sect, Zhou Yong's expression froze, and with a wave of his hand, a layer of golden light instantly rose around him, isolating this layer of blue mist.

The insiders in the Fengyu Sect have all taken preventive measures, and all of them have done things to stop the water mist.

As for some disciples who didn't know, and some disciples who didn't have the ability to stop them even if they knew, they could only let the blue mist invade them.

However, this kind of water mist, few people take the initiative to resist, because this is the dream realm cultivation of the dream ancestor once a month, the dream ancestor will absorb the power of the disciples' dreams, and the disciples can also simulate their own moves in the dream realm, and cultivate to reach a higher level.

As for the other high-ranking monks in the sect, they didn't want Mengzu to spy on their secrets through dreams, after all, in the dreams created by Mengzu, Mengzu had absolute control.

And this kind of dream control, Mengzu did not force it, if you have the ability to resist, then he will not deliberately force you, but if you have the ability to resist, then you can only bear it obediently.

Although its weirdness is not top-notch, it exceeds most of them in terms of scope, especially when it wraps the entire sect in a dream of its own making.

If this trick appears on the battlefield, its effect is monstrous, as if everything that exists in front of it will be destroyed and trapped in it.

Now Mengzu's dream realm is obviously not in place of cultivation, because if he cultivates well, how can anyone stop him?

Or maybe he could have forced everyone to dream, but he didn't show it now.

Mengzu has not appeared for a hundred years, except for dreaming once every ten days, I am afraid that he has long been suspected of dissipating into the world.

Jian Shanqiao looked at the light blue mist, she didn't take any measures, let the mist invade her body, for Mengzu's move, she wanted to take the opportunity to go in and try it.

As for whether Mengzu would know some of Jian Shanqiao's secrets, Jian Shanqiao was not worried at all, since Yanwen, a spirit-devouring beast, turned into her sea of knowledge, her sea of knowledge was boundless, if Mengzu really wanted to deliberately target her and wanted to forcibly invade Jian Shanqiao's consciousness.

Jian Shanqiao could already inherit the talent of the Spirit Devouring Beast by himself, so that Mengzu also paid a lot of price for this matter.

Jian Shanqiao closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, her eyes were white, and the feelings around her were extremely real.

In the dream realm, Mengzu has absolute control, but when Mengzu lets go of the operation, Jian Shanqiao and other masters of his dream can also evolve various things by themselves.

As soon as Jian Shanqiao's mind moved, mountains and rivers and amber instantly evolved in front of her, and what Jian Shanqiao thought in his heart, he could conjure different things in front of him. Even if it is some monster that has never existed in the world, only with the movement of her mind, in such a world, she can conjure the same thing.

Jian Shanqiao looked at the thing she had evolved in front of her, and her face changed for the first time, this strange thing looked according to what she thought.

However, the cultivation of this monster is indeed in accordance with the cultivation that Jian Shanqiao saw when he first saw Dafeng Yi.

I haven't seen it, how can I transmogrify. Since Jian Shanqiao has seen it, even if it is a little lacking in momentum, it has also simulated one or two points in terms of breath.

At this moment, Jian Shanqiao's own dream space suddenly changed, and in the white sky, a face suddenly appeared, and that face did not look at Jian Shanqiao, but just stared blankly at what Jian Shanqiao had conjured.

He whispered softly. "Victory."

Jian Shanqiao's heart was shocked, she didn't expect that she would lead to such a thing just by experimenting, if she didn't guess wrong, the owner of that face was the unfolder of this dream, Mengzu.

Jian Shanqiao's eyes flashed in an instant, her figure gradually became illusory, and after just a breath, she immediately withdrew from the dream.

After Jian Shanqiao withdrew, this dream that belonged to her gradually dissipated.

Five hundred zhang underground on a mountain peak in the Fengyu Sect, an old man with a withered face suddenly opened and closed, his hands were raised suddenly, and a whirlpool suddenly appeared, and he stepped out.

He has been in retreat for a hundred years, and this is the first time that he has walked out of the cave where he has retreated, he has reached the peak of infant transformation, but he is always close to winning the championship.

He started his dream realm cultivation Dafa to comprehend the cultivation experience of 10,000 people, so as to help him win the championship.

However, the perception of these disciples is very pitiful, and those who have a little cultivation in the sect are unwilling to enter the dream realm he created.

Today's arrival of Jian Shanqiao completely gave him a glimmer of hope.

He had never seen someone who could imitate the aura of the champion, as long as he felt it for a little more time, or the aura was a little closer. I don't know, he can take this to win the championship in one step. (To be continued.) )