"Three days later, the decisive battle on the Baishui River, the boat fight, tsk, interesting. "The young man who lives in Songyun Tower got the news from Baishui Ferry as soon as possible.

"Childe, is it possible to arrange for our people to start entering the designated position during this time. "This time, it was a man in a black robe and a strange ghost head mask, who came and went without a trace, and was in charge of the young man's personal guard.

The young man waved the folding fan in his hand: "Don't worry, I have to meet my old friend first." ”

The black-robed ghost-faced man slowly retreated and disappeared silently.

Yan Fengyi and his party were all settled in the Songyun Inn, which was the most pompous inn in the entire White Water City.

As for why they weren't arranged into Wuyang Palace, this person didn't know.

Yan Hong did not go to the Songyun Inn, and she would stay on the big ship until she got married. Wei Ling led a team of people to guard here.

Of course, Meng Juntong stayed on the big boat to accompany Yan Hong, and she couldn't rest assured that Yan Hong would be on the boat alone.

Although it is said that Lan Ning can't even wait for three days for a martial arts master, it is inevitable that there are some other bull ghosts and snake gods in this White Water City who will have crooked thoughts.

Those guys won't be able to keep to themselves just because Lan Ning killed a mouthy man today.

But then again, if these guys can keep to themselves, they won't be reduced to running to Whitewater City for refuge.

Xue Ding neither went to the Songyun Inn nor stayed on the big ship.

Yan Hong was a little worried about Xue Ding, after all, this was Baishui City, and there were Lan Ning's minions everywhere.

Seeing that Xue Ding was about to fight Lan Ning, those bed bugs did not have the ability to kill Xue Ding, but the nuisance from time to time was not a problem.

Meng Juntong was relieved on the side: "Sister Yan, you don't have to worry, Brother Xue must have his intentions." From what I know about him, he won't do anything unnecessary, and there must be a reason why he has to do it when he leaves us. ”

Although Yan Hong was apprehensive in her heart, she still didn't say anything more after all.

At night, after dinner, Meng Juntong sat alone on the roof of the big ship to meditate.

She opened her spiritual power to the maximum range, and no movement within two hundred steps could escape her spiritual power perception.

It is impossible to say that she is not worried about Xue Ding, and during the day today, she has already realized the terrible thing about that guy when she tested Lan Ning with her spiritual power.

The vast majority of Jianghu martial artists have no defensive psychology against spiritual power, and even if they are immortal cultivators, only a few know this kind of power.

However, Lan Ning actually relied on his own martial arts qi to completely close the spiritual power to probe it, this is not the level of combat power, the strength of the killing power can be measured, this is the real realm gap, there is no invasion.

Xue Ding was already unfathomable in Meng Juntong's eyes, but it was far less profound than Lan Ning.

Meng Juntong had probed Xue Ding with his spiritual power before, and Xue Ding was able to detect it at the first time, and then use the qi machine to cut off those spiritual powers, but this was also his action after he realized it.

Lan Ning relied on the natural operation of the qi engine, and even after he had already solved those spiritual powers, he realized that someone had detected himself with spiritual powers just now.

This method can not only be used by people who are good at spiritual power, but also by some immortal monks with unique techniques, so Lan Ning would call Meng Juntong in the boat an immortal family before.

Time passed little by little, and Meng Juntong's mind was immersed in deep meditation.

Her spirit swam back and forth between the dream stars, and every once in a while, several newborn dream stars would emerge from the deepest depths of the sea of consciousness.

Now these dream stars have begun to consciously shrink and focus inward.

Deriving Dream Stars is naturally the first step in the cultivation of spiritual power, and with the increasing number of Dream Stars, spiritual power will also enter the process of gradual quantitative change.

When the equivalent change accumulates to a certain extent, it will transition to qualitative change.

The vast stars will gather into large nebulae, and each nebula will be a small world.

Buddhism once had a saying that there are 3,000 small worlds, which is a manifestation of spiritual power cultivation to the extreme.

When three thousand nebulae drift in the sea of divine consciousness of the monks, then the higher world forms that will naturally derive from the sea of divine consciousness will be called the sea of stars by the monks.

The spiritual power of a monk with the state of the stars and seas has reached the point of seizing the creation of heaven and earth.

Among the dreamers, when they enter the sixth dream realm of the illusory world, they will have their own divine consciousness star sea.

And that is the realm where the High Priest of Vena and the Holy Maiden of Yunzhu are now.

As for the Seventh Creation Realm, it was just a distant legend in Shaohua City, and no one knew what it was at all.

The high priest of Vena Luo said that the Oneiroi Venerable who established Shaohua City was the great creature of the seventh creation realm, which is not even recorded in the ancient scriptures.

Just as Meng Juntong was wandering above the sea of stars, suddenly, her external spiritual power sensed that there was a person approaching their big ship quickly.

When Ning Lan left, she arranged some people nearly one hundred and fifty meters away from the big boat, of course, these people were very hidden, if it weren't for Meng Juntong's spiritual perception, he wouldn't know at all.

And the person who was quickly approaching the big ship at the moment was obviously not Ning Lan's person, because Meng Juntong saw through his spiritual power that the person shot and killed a watcher hiding in the shadows.

Of course, Meng Juntong will not regard the visitor as a friend because of this.

The man's speed was very fast, and the distance of a hundred paces was a few jumps back and forth.

"This is not the place for you to come," Meng Juntong said as he sat on the top of the boat, looking at the tiptoeing figure.

The person who came was wearing a night coat, quite tall, holding a fan in his hand, giving people a very nondescript feeling.

How can you wear night clothes and dress up with folding fans?

The person who came was jumped by Meng Juntong's voice, and then looked up.

Meng Juntong had already flown and stood in front of the man in the night clothes, and the Qingfeng sword in his hand was unsheathed and pointed at the man.

"You are ......" Meng Juntong's eyes lit up with two bright lights: "How could it be you, Xiang Ming!"

In Meng Juntong's place, no matter how you mask your face, it is useless, unless your mask veil can shield your spiritual power.

Obviously, this uninvited guest, Meng Juntong, was acquainted with Xiang Ming, the Chudi spy who was hidden in the Qin State that he had come into contact with in Yangguan City before.

The man took off his veil and threw it away, he shrugged his shoulders a little helplessly: "You can't escape Juntong's eyes if you pretend to be like this, it seems that you are really ...... to me"

"Don't talk nonsense," Meng Juntong didn't relax her vigilance at all because it was Xiang Ming, and the tip of the sword in her hand was handed to Xiang Ming's neck: "Say! Why did you come here!"