Meng Juntong's ears faintly sounded a woman's poignant and low singing.

Before she knew it, she began to follow the direction from which the song came.

"Who is it? Who is there?" In front of him was a white mist, and vaguely Meng Juntong seemed to see a slender figure sitting on a tree branch not far away.

The woman still sang to herself, completely ignoring Meng Juntong's shouts.

Suddenly, Meng Juntong felt a heat in her chest, and then a dream mark flashed between her eyebrows, and two rays of light suddenly lit up in the depths of her eyelids.

"Dream Technique!" Shao Huajun's timely reminder on her chest made Meng Juntong startled, and she subconsciously stepped back, wanting to stay away from the woman sitting on the branch.

But she had barely taken a few steps back when the sound of singing suddenly came from behind her.

Meng Juntong only felt creepy, and hurriedly jumped away again.

But soon, she found that no matter which direction she dodged, the woman's singing voice would appear behind her, and she would follow her like a shadow.

"It's such a terrifying dream cultivation," Meng Juntong stopped his body and no longer wasted his energy.

At present, Meng Juntong has obviously realized that she is in a dream set by others, but with her cultivation of the Quadruple Illusion Dream Realm, she can't even dream if she wants to.

The other party's control of the dream realm is far more than Meng Juntong's current many times.

The last time I felt this way was when I faced Meng Ze Lanqing in the Shadow Soul Ridge.

At that time, Meng Juntong took the initiative to set up a dream battlefield, and wanted to pull Meng Ze Lanqing to fight in his dream and strive for home advantage.

However, Meng Ze Lanqing turned against the guest and transformed the dream set by Meng Juntong into his own battlefield. and comprehensively suppressed Meng Juntong.

In the dream world mastered by Meng Ze Lanqing, Meng Juntong is like a childish child who is powerless.

Now in the dream of the home of the nameless singer, Meng Juntong's feelings are not much better.

The other party's depiction of the dream space has gone beyond Meng Juntong's current understanding of dreams.

If it weren't for Shao Huajun's reminder before, I'm afraid Meng Juntong wouldn't have been able to realize that he was in a dream with his six senses.

"Who are you?" Meng Juntong asked loudly, his mind racing back to the memories of such dreamers.

Even if she was exposing the Shaohua Pavilion and the two secret pavilion libraries of the Pure Spirit Terrace with countless classics, the methods of the person in front of her were too perverse and weird, and after thinking hard, there was no record that could correspond to it.

The wind rose in the forest, and the sound of pine waves in the forest and sea was heard.

Meng Juntong felt that the dream marks on the tip of his eyebrows were faintly hot.

"The dream is still deepening!" Meng Juntong didn't dare to sit still anymore, and immediately squatted down, pressed his heart with his right hand, and at the same time bit the index finger of his left hand and began to quickly draw talismans in the place where he was standing.

This is the unique way of the Shaohua dreamer, which is very different from the Taoist sect in the world and the method of the Buddhist sect.

Using the essence blood of the dreamer as a guide, it can stimulate the purest dream power in the world.

The power of dreams is one of the biggest reliance of the dreamer's attack and defense, which can not only be turned into a maze to trap people and lock people, but also to dispel obstacles and break through illusion.

It's just a blink of an eye, with Meng Juntong as the center, and a blood talisman is drawn in all directions.

Although Meng Juntong was drawing talismans on the ground, the talismans made of the essence blood between her fingers did not touch the ground, and what was even more amazing was that the essence blood in the texture of the talisman was like a living thing, flowing on its own, circulating endlessly.

"Talisman!" Meng Juntong suddenly put up his fingers in front of him, his expression solemn, and shouted loudly.

The blood talisman in eight directions stood up at the same time, rising to a waist-high height with Meng Juntong, and then began to rotate itself, not fast, but it was connected from end to end, at first glance, it looked like a blood-colored ring around Meng Juntong's body.

"Break the barrier!" As Meng Juntong issued another edict, the blood ring bloomed with a strong spiritual light, and began to expand outward, dispelling the white mist around it.

One foot, two feet, three feet, four feet, five feet...... After opening the seven-foot pure land in a row, the blood-colored rune ring was finally gradually exhausted and no longer spread outward.

Meng Juntong stretched out his hand and touched his wrist, the spirit rhino chain was not in his hand, and the Eight Treasures Qiankun bag on his waist was not there, his dream consciousness was isolated from all external inductions, and it was impossible to break his dream with external power.

Turning to look at the branch of the ancient tree not far away, the woman changed from her previous sitting position to a standing position, and the charming singing voice finally stopped humming.

"Do you think I'll be afraid of you like this!" was suppressed again and again, and Meng Juntong's heart was also angry.

No matter how you say it, she is also a descendant of the Shaohua Meng family, and she is an anonymous disciple of the Shaohua Pavilion Yunzhu Holy Maiden and the High Priest of the Pure Spirit Tailuoshu.

If she is asked to ask Meng Juntong to bow down to others in this way, it is absolutely impossible.

Meng Juntong's eyes flashed with a touch of ruthlessness, although the many magic weapons on her body were her reliance, but the real means she brought out from Shaohua Dream City were those three thousand merit secret techniques that she had learned from Shaohua Pavilion.

"Like a dream, see blood seal your throat. Meng Juntong pointed at her, and a touch of golden light lit up around her, and then the golden light slowly condensed between her fingers, and finally turned into a two-inch-long arrow.

On the golden arrow, there is an ancient seal engraved with a delicate and simple word 'dream'.

"Go!"

A flash of golden light flashed out, and it took the mysterious woman standing on the branch of the ancient tree.

Like a dream, it flew like lightning, and in the blink of an eye, it had passed through the place where the woman was standing.

But there was no blood splattered, but there were some ripples where the girl stood, as if a stone had hit the surface of the lake.

The golden light made the arrow go and return, and reappeared between Meng Juntong's fingers.

Don't think about it, what was just hit was just an illusory phantom.

Meng Juntong secretly operated the dream stars in the depths of her divine consciousness, and cast all her spiritual power to cover her body, but this time she did not let go of her spiritual power to two hundred steps, but only opened a distance of one hundred steps.

Now, with her dream cultivation, this distance is the best area for her to control.

But within a hundred steps, there was no feedback from the mental power.

"Is that all?" finally the mysterious woman who was only singing and never speaking spoke leisurely.

Her voice was just like her previous songs, gentle, beautiful, and full of strange attraction.

The corners of Meng Juntong's forehead oozed sweat slightly, of course, this was not because of her fear, but at this moment she was ready to cast the strong method since she cultivated the dream technique.

When she left Shaohua Pavilion, the Yunzhu Holy Maiden had repeatedly told her that if she had not reached the fivefold illusion realm, she would never rashly use this secret technique.

"Since I can use the sound of Pranya, then this trick has some fighting power!" Meng Juntong gritted his teeth and raised his head, poking out his palm.

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