Luo Wushuang never thought that Meng Juntong would say this and challenge himself, is it really necessary, it seems that the two parties have never been in the same magnitude. Not to mention that it is in the small world of Longchuan, even if he goes to the outside world, with Luo Wushuang's strength, beating Meng Juntong is not as simple as bullying a child.

Holding Meng Juntong's hand, Luo Wushuang got up from the deep pit, because of the magic robe on his body, his injuries had healed most of the time just now, and with the deep foundation of cultivation, his aura had basically stabilized.

"You said to fight according to your rules, what kind of play do you want?" Luo Wushuang seemed to agree with Meng Juntong's suggestion, now instead of fighting to the death, it is better to let Meng Juntong choose by himself, since she did not directly force herself to let them go, it means that Meng Juntong is still willing to accept the test left by his mother for himself, and this test is naturally him Luo Wushuang himself.

Meng Juntong already had a plan in her heart, and she said to Luo Wushuang: "You and I fight alone, the means are not restricted, and outsiders are not allowed to interfere." ”

Ah Wen was slightly stunned, the outsider mentioned here was obviously him: "Xiao Juntong, what kind of medicine are you selling in this gourd." Saying that, Hulu Ah Wen handed the sword gourd to his mouth again, and when his lips touched the mouth of the gourd, he remembered that the last sip of wine in the gourd had been drunk by Meng Juntong.

Luo Wushuang was also waiting for Meng Juntong to go down and say, he didn't believe that Meng Juntong would fight with him under this condition, she must have a follow-up.

There is indeed a later text, Meng Juntong pointed to the sky, and then pointed to the earth under his feet: "Let's not fight in this small world, the battle is set up in my dream, you lift my magic restrictions, I will arrange the dream battlefield, in exchange, I promise that I will never use the last sword qi left by my grandmother in the battle, what do you think?"

For dreamweavers, dreams will always be their most solid battlefield, and it is their invincible home field. There is a saying among mortals that you are invited into the urn, and for the dreamweaver, it is to invite you to dream.

The big dream weaves a thousand que, and there is a strong enemy to come into a dream, Meng Juntong stretched out his hand and gently wiped the dream marks on his forehead, and officially challenged Luo Wushuang.

"Since you said that you are also from Shaohua, then we are both Shaohua people, why do we rely on martial arts to win or lose. ”

Luo Wushuang was silent for a moment, and finally nodded and said: "Yes, I agree to your request, the dream battlefield is woven by you, and I will open up a gap in the world for you, and we will fight there." ”

After saying that, Luo Wushuang turned around, stretched out his arm and made two fingers, slowly turning clockwise in front of him, accompanied by one, two, three circles, and saw that sparks suddenly began to splash between his fingers, and it felt like his fingers were rubbing quickly on top of the gold and iron.

Soon in front of Luo Wushuang, the void where he drew a circle with his two fingers suddenly collapsed, Luo Wushuang pointed to the place where the space collapsed and said to Meng Juntong: "If you enter inside, all magic dreams will be lifted, and you can use your dream weaving magic power at will." ”

Meng Juntong walked to the void and glanced at Ah Wen, Ah Wen asked: "You really want to do this, I reminded you, Luo Wushuang's Luo has a deep relationship with the Luo Ke of your Pure Spirit Terrace High Priest Luo Shu, you really want to compete in front of him?"

Meng Juntong confidently stretched out his finger and tapped his forehead: "I'm not fighting alone now. ”

Ah Wen didn't understand what Meng Juntong meant, Luo Wushuang walked to Ah Wen's side and reminded: "Remember to guard this void rift, if there is a sabotage, Meng Juntong and I will be trapped in the crack of the world and unable to get out." "Excellent reading books

Ah Wen nodded: "Don't worry, I'll keep it." ”

Only then did Luo Wushuang follow Meng Juntong into the cracks of the world.

Stepping into the void with one foot, Meng Juntong felt that all the light around him had been sucked away, surrounded by endless darkness, and it was difficult to see five fingers when he stretched out his hand, but at the same time, the dream marks on Meng Juntong's eyebrows suddenly lit up, and he was faintly hot, and the forbidden dream star sea in the sea of divine consciousness was all activated at once, turning up a monstrous wave, and the spiritual power like a tide suddenly filled Meng Juntong's mud pill palace, and everything around was reflected in Meng Juntong's mind, including Luo Wushuang, who was only a few steps away from her.

Entering the cracks of this world, the aura on Luo Wushuang's body has also undergone great changes, before in the small world of Longchuan, Meng Juntong could not observe the unfathomable Luo Wushuang, but now that her spiritual power has recovered, she immediately felt a deep and ancient aura on Luo Wushuang's body.

Although it is still unfathomable, Meng Juntong has changed from a person who watches the sea to a person who rides the wind and waves and sails the ocean.

"It's time to go. Luo Wushuang took out a night pearl from his arms, this night pearl was very similar to what Qi Zichen took out in the underground library of the palace, but Luo Wushuang's one was obviously much more strange.

Meng Juntong was a little puzzled: "What is the origin of this bead, how can I feel that I can't see through it." ”

Luo Wushuang shook the night pearl in his hand: "Is it?, oh, this is a star that was picked back from the sky almost a thousand years ago, on the day of my great consummation, and it was made through sacrifice. ”

'Together' and 'Picking the Stars'!

The impact of these words on Meng Juntong is not small, what does it mean to be a great success, it means that Luo Wushuang has become an immortal more than a thousand years ago, even if it is just an earth immortal, it is a very terrifying existence, and then there is the picking of stars, what kind of magic power can be able to pick the stars by hand, I am afraid that only those real gods in the legend of the flood wilderness can.

I didn't expect that he was really an anti-heaven existence, no wonder he would be confident that the mission of saving Shaohua would fall on him, and the probability of success would be greater.

Retracting his thoughts, Meng Juntong sacrificed the Ming Soul Ancient Lamp: "I'll start weaving the Dream Warrior Battlefield first, and when I'm done, I'll call you in." Meng Juntong informed Luo Wushuang of his words, and then he differentiated his spiritual power into a dream medium and entered the Ming Soul Ancient Lamp.

The flame of the Ming Soul Ancient Lantern suddenly turned into five-colored glass, and those five colors were the five colors of the five-color petal pupil that Meng Juntong had obtained in the sea of thousands of books.

"Interesting," Luo Wushuang sat down cross-legged, faced Meng Juntong, put the night pearl refined by the stars between the two, held his breath and concentrated, and began to wait for Meng Juntong to finish weaving the battlefield.

Luo Wushuang, who has not dreamed for many years, for some reason, has some expectations for this in his heart, and it may also be an expectation for his homeland.