The woman behind the white mist sighed softly, she seemed to have guessed the secret method that Meng Juntong was about to make.

When Meng Juntong was at the bottleneck of the triple dream, it was in a desperate situation that he forcibly helped himself break through the shackles of the realm and enter the quadruple dream realm with a fourfold sound that he could only perform.

And the secret technique that Meng Juntong wants to use right now, just recorded in the classics of the secret method of merit, at least requires the dreamer to have the strength of the fivefold illusory mind realm, if it is forcibly used, it is likely to cause the dream heart to be broken and the dream marks to dissipate.

But at the moment, Meng Juntong thinks about it, and only this trick can have the strength to fight.

When he pushed his palm, Meng Juntong had already closed his eyes.

Shao Huajun on his chest became hotter and hotter, and the original warmth became a little burning, including the dream marks on his forehead, which also had a feeling of breaking his body and flying away from his eyebrows.

"The dragon and the tiger leap over the world, the rivers, the seas, the mountains and the forests all bow their heads! The big dream is true, in my body, draw the dream as a tiger, and devour the nightmare Zhenkun!

As Meng Juntong's incantation was slowly recited, a brilliant treasure pen suddenly appeared in her palm, the tip of the pen was made of golden velvet, and the end was an unknown pearl.

"Vientiane Magic Brush!" The woman hidden behind the white mist subconsciously murmured after seeing the spiritual power condensed magic pen in her hand, "I didn't expect to be able to see it." ”

Just in an instant, there were lightning bolts flowing back and forth in the void above the canopy, and the lightning was also golden and bright, helping to haunt the surging dream power, which was the Huishen lightning that the Four Realms Dream Realm often used, but no one had ever seen so many Huishen lightning appear together.

Meng Juntong had already mentioned the Vientiane magic pen condensed by spiritual power at this moment, and began to paint in the void.

I saw her swinging vertically and horizontally, but Liao Liao roughly drew the outline of a tiger with a few strokes.

Every time the stroke fell, Meng Juntong could feel a large amount of dream power in his body gushing out like a tide, and every bit of dream power became ink on the tip of the pen.

Her face became paler and paler, and although the outline of the tiger had been painted, it had not yet been eye-catching.

The hand holding the pen trembled violently, and the lightning in the sky traveled back and forth even more rapidly.

The dream power is almost exhausted, and the spiritual power required for this last point is even higher than the total spiritual power used by the previous painting tiger.

Meng Juntong tried to restrain the powerlessness in her heart, she wanted to fight, and her trembling hands kept pointing towards the tiger's eyes.

Five-inch, four-inch, three-inch......

When the tip of the pen was less than three inches away from the tiger's eyes, Meng Juntong finally couldn't support it, and the Vientiane magic pen at his fingertips slammed, directly shattered, and dissipated in the heavens and the earth, and she was also a spirit, seriously injured, raised her head so heavily that she spit out a mouthful of blood, and her whole legs were weak, and she fell to the ground.

From beginning to end, the woman behind the white mist did not make a move to interrupt Meng Juntong's technique.

Although she also sensed that if Meng Juntong succeeded in performing this secret method, it would probably be a huge threat to herself.

Looking at Meng Juntong, who was exhausted and fell to the ground, the woman sighed lightly.

"I haven't started to run before I have stabilized the road, it's your luck not to fall once or twice, isn't it the dreamer of the world, all by luck, so confused for the common people to weave dreams?"

Meng Juntong heard these words word for word, but she was too tired.

The dream power that had burst out before slowly flowed back into her body, and this time she rashly used secret techniques, which consumed her soul greatly.

I'm afraid it will be difficult to perform dream magic for a long time to come.

It is more likely that the realm that has just entered the realm of the quadruple dream realm will fall back to the three realms because of this.

Dream cultivators all know that it is very difficult to improve the realm, but what is even more difficult is to try to improve after falling into the realm, and the difficulty will be ten times higher than before.

Some dreamers who have accidentally fallen into the realm are likely to never be able to climb higher for the rest of their lives.

Meng Juntong, who was lying on the ground, thought in such a mess in her mind, she would have a future, and she would let herself go if she fell into the hands of this mysterious woman who didn't know the depths.

But at this point, she still didn't regret using the secret arts.

If Taishan pressed down, she Meng Juntong didn't even have the courage to stand up straight and reach out to push it, then it wouldn't be her Meng Juntong.

Just when she sighed that she might only be able to walk here, suddenly Meng Juntong felt that those vanished dream powers had returned to her soul at a speed of dozens of times.

The dream stars that had just dimmed before were also shining again.

Meng Juntong opened her eyes violently and looked into the distance, and the woman behind the white mist finally jumped off the ancient tree and slowly walked out of the fog.

A face that made Meng Juntong a little distracted appeared in front of her.

The woman smiled, stretched out two jade onion-like fingers, and tapped them in all directions.

Strips of spiritual power silk collected Meng Juntong's previously dissipated dream power in this dream realm, and began to pour back into her soul.

"...... you" Meng Juntong just wanted to speak, but the woman raised her hand and pointed at her, and directly cast a forbidden spell.

Meng Juntong was a little stunned, this forbidden spell was the original spell of the high priest of Luoshu.

When she was at the Purification Stage, she wanted to learn this technique from the high priest, and kept it to go back to Shaohua Dream City to bully Liu Baicong.

But no matter how she asked, the high priest of Vena did not agree, and in the end she had no choice but to give up.

Meng Juntong suddenly felt that the face of the beautiful woman in front of him seemed to be somewhat similar to herself.

An idea that made her heart palpitate with excitement popped up.

"Mother, could this be the mother I have been thinking about all along!"

The mysterious woman looked at Meng Juntong, who was already in tears, as if she knew what she was thinking, but she didn't answer her directly, just shook her head with a smile and continued to help her repair her soul.

Soon, Meng Juntong's divine soul had been repaired perfectly, and even the number of dream stars had increased.

Now that these stars seem to be weaving into a river of stars, perhaps it would be more appropriate to call it the Dream River, which is the second stage of the dreamer's attainment of the fourfold dream technique.

However, Meng Juntong at the moment didn't realize these at all, and in her eyes, there was only that beautiful face.

Even she has begun to wonder if she will become more like her when she grows up.

At this time, Meng Juntong seemed to have decided that this woman was his mother, although she was banned, but her big watery eyes never stopped inquiring for a moment, repeatedly looking for places where she resembled herself.