"Stinky rascal, get up!" Early in the morning, the dragon soul was woken up.

When he opened his sleepy eyes, he saw Bing'er in a snow-white dress beside him.

Because he was sleeping on the ground, Bing'er, who was standing, looked at him condescendingly.

Looking at Bing'er's pretty red face, the dragon soul remembered that fragrant scene.

"Wake up, get up. Pouting, the dragon soul crawled up.

"Stinky rascal, wait until you're dead!" Bing'er said fiercely, turning and walking out the door.

Who knew that the dragon soul actually caught Bing'er's lotus arm from behind.

"Stinky rascal, what do you want to do!" Bing'er was slightly angry.

"What do you think I'm going to do?" the dragon soul smiled wickedly.

Let you drag this chick like this, see that Young Master Ben is not teaching you a good lesson!" Dragon Soul thought.

"Hey, hey, I've seen it anyway, why don't we take the final step!" the dragon soul smiled evilly, his dark eyes rolling slightly, and his face was full of bad intentions.

"Dead rascal, you ......" Bing'er was furious, when Miss Ben couldn't see it, could it be used?

Thinking of the embarrassing scene a few days ago, she felt remorse in her heart.

"What am I, come on, my beauty. The dragon soul said, and spread its arms exaggeratedly.

"You ......"

"I don't want to strangle me if you give it to me!" the dragon soul suddenly retracted his arms again, his face covered with disdain

"You're fooling me!"

"Why are you so angry? Do you really want to? Forget it, I don't mind, come on. "The dragon soul is a bummer.

"Come on you dead man's head!" Bing'er snorted and ran out of the door angrily, she had never seen such a shameless person!

"It's definitely going to be against me when I'm training, so you have to be careful. The dragon soul said secretly in his heart.

"Water, toughness is never endless, flexibility is extreme. Intentional tenacity is endless! Qingfeng Sanren said to the dragon soul and Meng'er.

"Hmm. The dragon soul nodded as if he didn't understand.

"It means that your willpower is not strong enough to be fearless in the face of danger!"

"Well, my willpower isn't weak, is it?" said the dragon soul with a wry smile.

Your willpower is weak? So when you encounter that golden holy dragon, you can still keep your composure?

It's not that I'm boasting, but I'm still very confident in my willpower dragon soul.

"If you're really strong-willed, then you won't lose control during that assessment. Qingfeng Sanren said.

The dragon soul bowed his head, and he was killed in seconds by Qingfeng Sanren's move.

Indeed, when it comes to his younger brother, his willpower is indeed very weak.

"If you have weak willpower, you will be easily confused, and even be robbed of yourself and become a puppet......!"

"Grass! again?" the dragon soul couldn't help but scold.

"Well, Meng'er comes first! What you see inside is not true, you have to keep your composure, only then can your willpower be improved. Qingfeng Sanren said.

Why is the special training of this group of people so bizarre? Those who belong to gold have to beat stones by themselves, shouldn't the refining body be the earth system? What kind of body do you want Lao Tzu to refine as a gold person?

Forget it, I can't care if you have a nervous problem, but master, what do you want us to practice willpower for? Why don't you teach us to swim?

The dragon soul had a bitter face, and couldn't help but think in his heart.

Meng'er only hesitated for a moment, and then walked into the stone formation.

The stones in the circle began to glow, and a circle of light covered the dream in the stone formation.

The dragon soul turned his head and looked at Meng'er intently, but saw that he was clenching his silver teeth, his pink fists clenched, and his face was pale, as if he had seen something to be afraid of.

Drops of fragrant sweat dripped from her forehead, the blood on her pretty face faded little by little, and her white and slender thighs trembled slightly.

What the hell did she see, how could she be so afraid?, the dragon soul asked in her heart.

"Drink!" It didn't take long for Meng'er to finally hold back his hand, and with a wave of his hand, a purple shadow flashed, and a dazzling purple sword shadow slashed forward!

"Boom!" The purple sword shadow struck the yellow halo, and the aperture trembled, but it didn't shatter after all.

"Meng'er's strength has improved again!" Qingfeng Sanren exclaimed.

"After Grandpa Jinwu's special training, my ** strength has improved a lot, and Meng'er's control over the sword is also much stronger!" replied the dragon soul.

"It seems that the old man Jin Wu is quite skilled! It can actually improve the strength of both you and Meng'er!"

"Master, Meng'er ...... her," the dragon soul asked.

"It's all said that your willpower is weak, and you still don't believe it. Qingfeng Sanren pursed his lips, and with a flick of his fingers, a blurred phantom of water blue rushed towards the yellow halo, dotted on it, the aperture disappeared, and Meng'er's face was slightly better.

With a haggard face, Meng'er wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, walked to the side of the dragon soul without saying a word, and slowly sat on the ground.

It was a lawn, and a few small grasses swept along her cheeks with a hint of desolation.

"Meng'er......" the dragon soul couldn't bear to call.

"I'm fine, Dragon Soul, you go to training! I'm really fine, don't worry about me. Meng'er shook her head.

The dragon soul was slightly stunned.

I've always called him a "dumb melon" in my dreams, but now why has he changed his name?

Could it be that I really hurt her yesterday?

Slightly blaming himself in his heart, he looked at Meng'er a few more times, and the dragon soul sighed and walked into the stone henge.

Vaguely, the dragon soul had a feeling that it had been seen through, as if everything was known by this stone formation!

The scene in front of me changed and turned into a forest scene.

Seeing the forest, the dragon soul has a familiar feeling.

By the way, isn't this the scene of the Warcraft Forest?

Back then, he was trained in this forest, and his strength was forcibly forged from the first level of the Yuan Cultivator to the Yuan Shen!

Thinking of the danger at that time, every step of the way, everywhere, the dragon soul still has palpitations.

If I had accidentally lost my life at that time, I am afraid that I would not be the person I am now, right?

Ye Yilong will be caught by the traitors of the Ye family, Liu Yu'er will stay in the Liu family, Nangong Xue will be forced to marry the son of the Lin family, and Lin Xuannan will ......

Unconsciously, the consciousness of the dragon soul merged into the previous scene, and the memory went back to the time when he had just escaped from the Liu clan.

I felt the * inner yuan power, and found that there were only bits and pieces, and cultivation was the third level of the yuan practitioner.

"I ...... What's wrong with me?" the dragon soul asked himself.

For some reason, he always felt that something was wrong with his cultivation, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

"No matter, the god-level exercises given by the man in black are really effective, and he only hunted a few low-level demonic beasts and rose to the third level of the Far Cultivator. The dragon soul whispered with joy and muttered to himself.

"Roar!" Suddenly a tiger roared and the tiger roared to the sky!

The dragon soul was stunned, this voice was very close to him!

There was a clattering sound in the trees ahead, as if something heavy was running fast!

After thinking about it, the dragon soul's body trembled, wouldn't it?

As expected, a snow-white tiger scurried out of the bushes, and a tiger jumped, and its sharp claws glowing with cold light slid towards the dragon soul!

"Damn!" the instinctive dragon soul wanted to swing his arm and throw a punch, but as soon as his hand moved, he remembered what Qingfeng Sanren said.

"Nothing you see inside is true, you have to stay calm, only then can your willpower be boosted!"

This is what Qingfeng Sanren said to Meng'er, but in fact, he was also saying it to himself indirectly.

The dragon soul suddenly awakened!

But behind the awakening, there is a deep shock!

How did this stone henge get its own memories? and even be able to bring its consciousness back to that time!

No wonder there was a feeling of being seen through before.

There was a roar in his head, the cultivation of the dragon soul returned, the memory returned, and seeing the white tiger that pounced, the dragon soul did not move, and just watched its claws touch its forehead.

The dragon soul only heard the sound of "brushing", and there was no pain on his forehead, and the white tiger in front of him also disappeared with the sound, and everything returned to normal.

It was still the grassland in front of him, and the dragon soul turned his head to find Qingfeng Sanren standing not far from the stone formation, looking at him with a slightly appreciative gaze.

The dragon soul also smiled and passed the first level by himself.

"Alright, come out, apprentice. The breeze beckoned.

The dragon soul walked out of the stone henge, with doubts in his heart, is there only one point?

"Meng'er, go, go and overcome the fear in your own heart!" Qingfeng Sanren looked at Meng'er, who was still sitting on the ground.

"Only by breaking through the demons in your heart can you reach a higher realm!" said Qingfeng Sanren, his tone full of encouragement.

"Hmm. Meng'er got up and took a step, her face miserable, as if every step had exhausted her endless strength.

"Master, it's better not to train like this. "The dragon soul really can't bear it.

Although he has killed countless people at a young age, but looking at such a "weak" woman, taking arduous steps, about to enter the scene that makes him frightened, how can you bear it?

"Alas, if Meng'er doesn't defeat her demons, then her future will stop there. The breeze sighed.

"But ......"

"This is only the first level, this can't be passed, what about the next level? Moreover, it's coming soon, if you don't train quickly, I'm afraid it's too late!" Qingfeng Sanren couldn't bear to look away, not looking at the pale dream in the stone formation.

"Who is it?" the dragon soul keenly caught one of the words.

"Nothing. Qingfeng Sanren shook his head, trying to hide his panic by shaking his head.

Staring at the breeze, the dragon soul lowered its head and pondered.

This world is full of mysteries, and it seems that Qingfeng Sanren still hides a lot of things from himself.

A dream in the stone formation, but purgatory in front of him!

Blood was fluttering in the sky, fire was burning everywhere, and she stood in the middle of purgatory, crying, looking at the scene of blood in front of her!

A man was slashed in the throat by knives and swords, stabbed in the heart, and fell to the ground weakly with blood in his body.

Those "devils" who were clinging to swords, with bloody sneers on the corners of their mouths, used their dirty hands and swords to take the lives of unarmed villagers one by one, and licked their blood-stained lips pervertedly.

There are also some people who cling to weapons and fight desperately against this group of "devils", but they have no totemic power, how can they be the opponents of these people? Often before they get close to their bodies, a cold sword has pierced their hearts!

Before he died, he looked at his wound that was still bleeding, and there was endless unwillingness in his eyes!

Some of the good-looking women were also crushed to the ground by those beasts, and the scene was terrible!

And a middle-aged man was standing next to her, holding the long sword in his hand to kill people who tried to get closer.

Meng'er was in tears, because not far away, there was the corpse of a middle-aged beautiful woman, and that beautiful face was a little similar to Meng'er.

This is the scene of the slaughter of the village where I was located, even after ten years, I still remember it clearly!

At that time, my grandfather hadn't found himself yet, and my parents lived here with me, who knows......

Her mother has died in battle, and her father is still fighting bloodily to protect her, but she can only desperately hold back and not let her tears fall.

This scene is so impressive to her, so hard for her to remember, even if ten years have passed, she can't forget it.

Feeling the vast totemic power in her body, Meng'er really wanted to take out a palm to get rid of them!

With his current strength, it is not impossible to kill this group of beasts with one palm.

But this is an illusion, everything is not real, it was not himself who avenged these people who fell to the ground after all, but the five elders who were found at that time!

Just when his father also fell to the ground and was about to be arrested, the belated Wuchen Sanren and others made their own moves to avenge the dead villagers.

So far, the organization that sent this group of devils has not been found, and naturally, this has also become one of his own demons.

Meng'er closed her eyes, she didn't want to see this scene repeat itself in front of her eyes, which would only arouse her infinite sadness.

Outside the stone formation, looking at Meng'er's sad expression, the dragon soul's heart was like a knife!

Although I don't like this woman, she has been with me since she came to the Jianlan Sect.

Now looking at the girl who has been giggling with such a look of disgust, I can't say that it's fake.

But what can be done about being distressed? After all, this is a demon that she can only get rid of!

The color of the aperture dimmed, slowly waning, until it finally disappeared completely.

Seeing the sadness on Meng'er's face, she sat back in her original position, clasped her legs with both hands, buried her head in her thighs, curled up, and sobbed in a low voice.

"Master, it's better to continue training tomorrow, Meng'er will definitely not be able to hold on like this. The dragon soul persuaded.

"Okay, you take Meng'er back to rest for a while, and continue tomorrow, I will discuss it with them." Take her back, maybe that scene was too impressive for her. Qingfeng Sanren also nodded.

"Well, I'll see you tomorrow, Master. Beckoning, the dragon soul picked up the crumbling dream, carried her on her back, and walked downhill.

"Don't let me know who you are, or I won't let you go!" Looking at the direction in which Dragon Soul and Meng'er left, he couldn't help but think of that scene of slaughter in his mind, and secretly swore in his heart.