Meng Juntong fell into deep meditation.

Liu Baicong and Meng Juntong have always been known as the most qualified young people of the generation of Shaohua Dream City, which is not unreasonable.

It's not that these two people practice dream art to enter the realm quickly, you must know that Shaohua Dream City also had an era when the immortals shone brightly, and there are not a few people who can be called the heavens and the earth in dream practice, and those who are stronger than them are even more grasped, but no one has ever received such attention as them before.

When Liu Baicong was seven years old, he rowed to the Pure Spirit Platform for the first time, and the young man floated on Jingling Lake for three days and three nights and boarded the ferry of the Pure Spirit Platform.

At that time, this incident shocked the entire Shaohua Dream City, and Liu Baicong at that time was able to break through the first floating dream realm in dream practice, and he was not even a dreamer. However, it was him, such a seven-year-old child, who was alone in a boat and took the stage on three days.

Some people may say that it takes three days to just cross the lake, which is not very good.

The person who said this must not be from Shaohua Dream City. At least only people who don't know anything about this Mirror Spirit Lake and that Pure Spirit Platform will have such remarks.

Not to mention, fifteen years ago, Meng Huai, the son of the Meng family, took the Doumeng Mengkui and went to the Pure Spirit Platform to worship. At that time, he was already a great dreamer in the fivefold illusory realm, the most outstanding dreamer of the entire Shaohua young generation, and it took him seven days and seven nights to cross the lake and enter the Pure Spirit Platform by boat.

It can be seen from this that the desire to ascend this pure spirit platform has little to do with the dreamer's own cultivation realm, and this is the most important place to see a dreamer, the foundation of the dream, and the talent and talent.

The boat was blown by the lake wind and drifted in the direction of the Purifying Spirit, and Liu Baicong was already lying on the bow of the boat and falling asleep. The strange thing is that this time he came to see Meng Juntong off and boated on the lake, and he didn't have the slightest anxiety in his heart, and he didn't know much more than he had in the past.

Time passed little by little, the boat was drifting, the boatman was asleep, and I don't know when it got up, there was fog on the lake.

Meng Juntong, who was deeply settled, suddenly felt a pang in her heart, and she felt that in the dark, it seemed that a pair of eyes were staring at her.

There was no concealment in the slightest, it didn't look like a peeping eye at all, as if a person was standing in front of her, staring at her brightly.

"Is it the High Priest of Vena?" Meng Juntong felt that feeling carefully, but he never opened his eyes.

"Not really. Meng Juntong shook his head.

Although she doesn't have frequent contact with the High Priest of Vena like Liu Baicong, she is still quite familiar with the aura of the High Priest of Vena, and that gaze is obviously not the same as the ethereal eyes of the High Priest.

She tried to direct her consciousness to find the source of the gaze, but after trying for a while, she couldn't succeed.

"This is?" Meng Juntong felt as if a little light lit up in the depths of her consciousness, and that light was very familiar, and she tried hard to find something in her mind that resembled this little light.

"Ming Soul Ancient Lamp!" That bit of light is very similar to the Ming Soul Ancient Lantern that the dreamer is holding in his hand when he is weaving dreams. And that special look seemed to come from this ancient lamp of the Ming Soul.

Meng Juntong controlled his mind to get closer to the light little by little, but every time he was about to touch it, the distance between the two would be widened a lot, and the light seemed to be hiding from him.

At this time, there was a sound of rushing water in the silence, Meng Juntong turned to look, and in an instant she actually came to a coastal scene. Golden sand, blue sky, endless sea, and a delicate back in the distance.

"Double dream!" Meng Juntong is a dreamer herself, and she has seen this kind of scene change in Yang Chengwu's dream with Liu Baicong not long ago.

Looking up at the lonely woman standing on the coast, for some reason, seeing her back, Meng Juntong suddenly had an urge to cry, she stretched out her hand towards the woman, opened her mouth but found that she couldn't make a sound at all.

The woman slowly turned sideways, and Meng Juntong could only see half of her face, which was six or seven points of imagination with Meng Juntong.

Meng Juntong felt as if his heart was strangled by something, his throat choked for a while, and tears couldn't stop sliding down the corners of his eyes.

The woman was laughing, smiling beautifully, smiling warmly.

In the whole scene, there is the sound of the sea, the sound of the wind, and even the sound of the seagulls flapping their wings are so clear, but Meng Juntong and the woman can't even make the slightest sound.

She is really good-looking, more beautiful than the current Meng Juntong, the background color of her eyes is a faint gold, and a smile will bring up a sweet dimple.

It's not that Meng Juntong is not as good-looking as a woman, it's just that the current Meng Juntong is still just a fifteen-year-old girl after all, and no matter how beautiful she is, she can be regarded as a beauty embryo at most.

Who is this person in front of him, don't think about it, Meng Juntong already knows.

Mom's words choked in her throat, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't make a sound.

The woman also burst into tears, and the half of her face was still smiling, and crystalline tears flowed down her pale golden eyes.

The wind blows louder and stronger, the waves roll higher and higher, and a storm that will destroy the world seems to be coming.

But the woman still stood quietly on the shoreline, with a sideways face, looking at Meng Juntong.

She slowly stretched out her hand to wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes, then narrowed her eyes slightly, revealing a particularly sweet smile, and gave Meng Juntong a thumbs up, and then resolutely turned around and faced the overwhelming waves.

Meng Juntong didn't know why, but an uneasy emotion suddenly arose in his heart.

She threw herself forward, trying to grab the woman's hand, to hold her tightly, but she found that she could not move at all.

This is my dream, this is obviously my dream!

Meng Juntong shouted loudly in his heart, thrashing with all his strength and struggling.

The wind on the sea was blowing stronger and stronger, and the waves on the sea were rolling higher and higher, and the woman's figure seemed thinner before the rolling tsunami.

"Get out of there! Meng Juntong felt that her eyes were about to crack, at this moment she had completely forgotten that she was actually just in an illusory dream, she was a dreamer, a person who should have mastered dreams.

With a click, a silver lightning bolt pierced the sky, and the scene was frozen at this moment.

Meng Juntong suddenly came back to her senses, her consciousness quickly cleared, and she suddenly opened her eyes, but she saw Liu Baicong looking at her anxiously, and they had already arrived at the ferry of the Pure Spirit Platform at this moment, and the high priest of Luoshu, who was wearing a pure jade and long white sacrificial robe, was staring at her on the shore.

"That was ...... just now" Meng Juntong couldn't bother to wipe the beads of sweat on his face: "Returning to the gods and lightning!"