Meng Juntong never thought that the drought would look like this.

The woman seemed to be amused by Meng Juntong's words, and there seemed to be a slight smile on her cold face without any emotion: "What, it's different from what you imagined?"

Meng Juntong shook his head and said honestly: "It's really different. ”

The woman seemed to arouse Meng Juntong's interest and continued to ask: "Then what should you imagine the appearance of the drought fish?" Nine-zhang tall, burly and majestic, with a red body and a hideous face?"

Meng Juntong thought carefully for a moment and replied: "You are a drought fish, you can cause a fire in the red land, but in this enchantment, there is no feeling of heat and dryness. ”

The cold-faced woman sneered: "Where did the fallacy come from, who said that if the drought can attract the fire of the red land, you must like the purgatory-like environment, I prefer this four seasons like spring, what's wrong?"

Meng Juntong tried his best to gather his primordial spirit, and talked a few words with this drought, and faintly felt that the woman in front of him did not seem to be as demonic and terrifying as the legendary drought.

"There are two forks in that intersection, but you chose this one, and you can only say that your luck is really very bad. ”

Meng Juntong shook his head and disagreed with Drought Fish's statement: "Since we entered the Yin Soul Ridge, we have been rushing to find you, and it should be our luck to be able to choose the right path at the first time, otherwise we will still come back to you." ”

Meng Juntong's words seemed to amuse the drought girl, and she suddenly burst out laughing.

"It's the first time that someone has died before the road of life and death, but he said that he was lucky, I really want to thank you for sending so many good blood food to my mouth, these people are all martial artists, and there is a little grandmaster peak, wow, this blood gas, just smelling it feels extremely comfortable. ”

"At the beginning, before the old Taoist priest with a bull's nose left, he told me to leave a line in everything, so as not to suffer the disaster of extinction of the Heavenly Dao, and after listening to his words, I deliberately opened up a way of life in the Yin Soul Ridge. Over the years, many villagers under the mountain have also entered the Yinfeng Ridge, and they have taken the way to survive, so I really didn't embarrass them, and gave them a very precious elixir, so that the top leather beasts in the mountain took the initiative to find them, and rewarded them with rich and noble opportunities.

But what I didn't expect was that you didn't come for wealth, but for me, really, haha, ridiculous. ”

Meng Juntong suddenly knew why, once so many people in Heixi Tower Village were able to get money from Yinfeng Ridge to spend the winter in a famine year, and those people dared to take the right path of life.

"Since you have compassion for others, why bother to send another corpse plague and cause great slaughter. ”

"Compassion?" The woman looked at Meng Juntong with a foolish gaze: "Didn't you hear what I said just now, I left a glimmer of life, just to give face to the heavens, although I am a drought now, but there are still infinite possibilities in the future." Moreover, what I give is vitality, but what I get is greed and hatred, you know how many of those who come out of the door of life will return to this Yin Feng Ridge. ”

Meng Juntong was dumbfounded, the drought was a demon after all, how could she forget this.

"The last time I took the road was the way of life, the next time it may not be, there is only one way to live, right or wrong, it depends on their respective lives. However, no matter how hard his life is, he can't bear a greedy word. At this, the woman burst out laughing as if she were mad.

And at this time, Meng Juntong finally stabilized his Yuan Shen.

What the drought is right is right, the wrong cultivation, she Meng Juntong don't say it is now, not to mention that when she was in Shaohua Dream City, how could a cultivator at the level of cultivation deal with a drought fish.

This guy is at least an existence that has entered the Dao Venerable level, and he casually dominates the river to kill the Dao True Cultivator.

But Meng Juntong is not simply an immortal monk, she is still a martial artist, and the most important thing is that she is still a Shaohua who entered the WTO and is a dream weaver.

The common people have dreams, as long as there are dreams, there will be opportunities for her dreams to be used.

Although the immortal family's mana is gone, her dream technique has really entered the fourth illusion realm.

Although Dream Technique is not known for its combat power and killing power, it has mysterious skills that some people do not know, and it can often turn decay into magic.

The body had regained its freedom, and Meng Juntong glanced at Xue Ding.

If Xue Ding is not controlled, with his advanced martial arts cultivation, it will be no problem to fight against this drought war. But now in this situation, it is impossible to borrow Schröding's power.

The woman walked towards Meng Juntong step by step: "I have enough words with you, now I want to do serious things, absorbing the essence and spirit of a cultivator, it is much more cost-effective than eating hundreds of thousands of ordinary beings, so let's start with you." ”

The slender hand like jade came towards Meng Juntong's forehead without warning.

At this moment, Meng Juntong moved suddenly, an extra Ming Soul Ancient Lamp appeared in the palm of his left hand, and his right hand pointed at the chest of the drought-stricken woman who was close to him.

She was stunned, she didn't expect Meng Juntong to be able to stabilize the Yuan Shen so quickly in her own enchantment, and the conversation just now seemed to be a delaying tactic.

But when she saw the Ming Soul Ancient Lamp glowing with a faint blue light in the palm of Meng Juntong's left hand, she suddenly fell silent.

At the same time, the incantation in Meng Juntong's mouth had already been recited.

"The common people have dreams to light the light!

The pair of clear and cold eyes that were originally like cold stars suddenly closed, and with the dream marks on Meng Juntong's forehead flickering, a red dream medium fire jumped into the ancient lamp of the Ming Soul.

Meng Juntong has done it several times, and his performance is very good, but this time he has to weave dreams for a drought and a demon, which is a bit difficult, even if he wants to defeat his opponent in this kind of dream, it is not necessarily easy.

Meng Juntong tried to read the memory of this drought, but she could find that her path was too deep, and the entire river of memories was actually blocked.

"Looks like I can only beat you in my dreams. ”

Anyone who has ever dreamed knows that if a person dies in a dream, at most he wakes up in reality and will not be substantially harmed.

However, the dream weavers in Shaohua City have a secret technique that can penetrate the soul of the dreamer and associate it with the dream medium, and if the dream medium is hit hard in the dream, his own soul will also be damaged.

This can also be regarded as a means of self-protection for the Dream Weaver of Shaohua, after all, in reality, the Dream Weaver can't fight the immortal monks in terms of magic, and he can't fight the fierce warriors in terms of martial arts, so he can only find another way.

If it had been before, Meng Juntong might not have been too sure about this, but after she entered the fourth illusion realm of the dream technique, she was no longer afraid of fighting in her dreams.

If they want to lift the imprisonment of this enchantment on Xue Ding, the only way is to severely damage the primordial god of the drought and make it lose control of the enchantment, and now they can only try their best to try it first.