You have to come with me to the Yin Soul Ridge," Meng Juntong put one hand on Zhao Tianxing's shoulder and demanded to the young saint in front of him in a completely irrefutable tone.

"Juntong!" Yan Fengyi was taken aback, and hurriedly wanted to stop Meng Juntong's rude behavior.

That is the great sage of their Zhao Kingdom, the first mountain master of Jinglan Academy, the most noble person in the entire Zhao Kingdom at the moment, how can he treat him so lightly.

Meng Juntong didn't pay attention to Yan Fengyi's reminder, but Zhao Tianxing pressed his palm against Yan Fengyi again.

"Have you already been to the Yin Soul Ridge?" Meng Juntong nodded, if she had been full of admiration for this saint before, but since she knew that he was the one who caused Meng Ze Lanqing to lose her meritorious Dao heart one after another, and then fell into the Demon Dao, now she is about to become the culprit of the scourge of the common people, and it is difficult for her to treat him as a Confucian saint in reality.

Zhao Tianxing didn't break away from Meng Juntong and put it on his shoulder, and the young saint's pupils converged, as if he remembered something far from ago.

Soon he pointed to his right hand again, and quickly pinched his fingers to calculate something.

"Meng Ze Lanqing, hey. Zhao Tianxing wanted to speak and stopped, and finally just shook his head.

Seeing Zhao Tianxing's reaction, Meng Juntong was furious: "Meng Zelanqing has become what she is now because of you, the road of immortality has collapsed, and she can't go back to her home, and now she has been reduced to the point where she is about to become a monster drought, aren't you going to say something, or give her an explanation?"

Meng Juntong used Wei Ling's name for this young saint, calling him a saint master, but his tone was somewhat sarcastic.

Zhao Tianxing smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Many things are not as simple as you think, Meng Ze Lanqing's heart demon is indeed related to me, but the reincarnation of the Heavenly Dao, she did make an irreparable mistake, so she will be sealed in the Yin Soul Ridge."

originally hoped that she would be able to confess for a hundred years and repent, but she didn't expect her to be so resentful that she fell into the devil's way. ”

Meng Juntong was even more furious when she heard this, she had already raised her hand and was about to grab the collar of the young saint Zhao Tianxing, which meant that she was ready to beat someone when she was in Shaohua Dream City.

It was the saint who quietly retreated two inches at the moment when her palm was about to touch her, avoiding Meng Juntong's grasp.

Without catching Zhao Tianxing's clothes, Meng Juntong stretched out his hand and angrily pointed at the sage and shouted: "All of my Shaohua people have innate hearts like pure glass, even if Huangquan Dao has been a thief for thousands of years, and he wants to corrupt my Shaohua's heart, he has not succeeded, how can he fall willingly! Today, you'd better explain this matter to me, otherwise I will draw my sword against you even if I know that I am not defeated by you!"

When Meng Juntong landed his hand, he had already pressed his palm on his Qingfeng sword.

Zhao Tianxing glanced down at Meng Juntong's saber: "The last time this sword was unsheathed in front of my eyes was about twenty years ago, when it really almost took my life." ”

Meng Juntong's heart was shocked, and she suddenly felt that the time and space around her seemed to be frozen by an unknown force, and she quickly turned her head to look around.

Yan Fengyi, Xing Bai, Wei Ling, Xiang Ming, and the boxer saint An Jie, they were all so stunned that they kept their original posture and didn't move.

This kind of scene is not the first time Meng Juntong has encountered it, and the last time she was able to freeze time and space in front of her eyes was Meng Ze Lanqing, who was about to become a demon on the Yin Soul Ridge.

"Shaohua is a place that the world should not know," Zhao Tianxing slowly carried his hands, one end of the green silk turned snow-white at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the smooth and tender skin began to regain its old wrinkles.

It's just that in a blink of an eye, the prince surnamed Zhao Guoguo, who has lived for more than a hundred years, has lost his heroic appearance as a teenager, but he is still calm and graceful in his old age.

Meng Juntong clenched his fists and said coldly, "Are you threatening me?"

The old man shook his head: "I don't have this intention, if Shaohua is in charge of the world and the dreams of the people, if the world knows, I am afraid that there will be many people who have no dreams from now on, or have nightly terrors." What the Dream Weavers are most afraid of is that outsiders know about their existence and have the intention of protecting them.

After all, in this world, not everyone can sleep calmly. There are also a few who have no debt in their hearts, and no one who is afraid to sleep that night. ”

"Then do you have it?" Meng Juntong asked rhetorically, knocking the old man in the heart.

The elderly Zhao Tianxing was calm, nodded and said, "Naturally, there are, and there are many of them." ”

"So you don't want to go with me to see Meng Ze Lanqing? You don't dare to see her, or even let her fall asleep. ”

Zhao Tianxing shook his head: "I will go to see her, but not now." ”

"Why?"

"Because I can't get rid of her now. ”

Meng Juntong sneered: "Drought monster, since the beginning of ancient times, have you ever heard that there are saints who can cross it, to put it mildly, the previous nasal passage appearance, you are helpless, you can only forcibly suppress it." Or are you just preparing earth-shattering means to kill Meng Ze Lanqing, who may break the seal in the future. ”

Zhao Tianxing was silent, thinking that Meng Juntong had guessed something right.

"You're really going to kill her. The Qingfeng sword in his hand was unsheathed, and Meng Juntong shouted: "You dare!"

Zhao Tianxing's brows stretched slightly, and he said indifferently: "I may owe it to Meng Ze Lanqing, but what I have done, I am worthy of it." ”

Meng Juntong only felt a fresh breeze lingering around his arm, and then with a bang, he pressed the Qingfeng sword that was out of the sheath back into the sheath.

"Right and wrong is not something that one of my juniors can care about, I should be at the request of Meng Zelanqing's seniors, just to be able to find Mr. and take you to see her. ”

Meng Juntong is exquisite, and what Zhao Tianxing said, there may not be no hidden secrets behind it.

Although she firmly believed that the state of mind of the people of Shaohua Dream City could not be willing to fall, even the high priest of Vena had said that there were no absolutes in the world.

Zhao Tianxing thought for a while and nodded: "I can promise to go with you, but I have one condition." ”

"On what terms?"

Zhao Tianxing stretched out his hand and pointed at Meng Juntong's forehead: "When your dream cultivation reaches the sixth level, come to Jinglan Academy Palace to find me, and I will go with you to the Yin Soul Ridge to see Meng Ze Lanqing." ”

Meng Juntong was stunned for a moment and then said angrily: "Are you playing tricks on me! Sixfold Dream Realm, do you know how many people in the entire Shaohua have achieved Sixfold Dream Realm, you are obviously stealing and playing tricks!"

Zhao Tianxing shook his head with a smile: "It may be difficult for others, but for you, it's different," After speaking, he pointed to his heart again: "Facing Ah Nose Dao Xian before, haven't you already exerted the power of compassion in the sixfold dream." ”

Shao Huajun, Meng Juntong suddenly, it turned out that the power just now was the illusion of the sixfold dream realm.

With compassion, she soothed those tortured souls with warm and peaceful dreams without falling asleep, and crossed the thousands of nasal passages and yin spirits to free them from suffering.