Late at night, Meng Juntong sat alone on the highest watchtower in Tongcheng, looking at the direction of Longchuan City from afar.

This place is less than ten miles away from Longchuan Castle, and you can already see the general outline of Longchuan Castle from a distant view. Compared with the Tongcheng in front of him, Longchuan seems to be really majestic.

This watchtower was built by Tongcheng to guard the imperial capital Longchuan, but after many years of peace and tranquility, few people have been ready to do this duty. When Meng Juntong went up to the tower, he easily avoided two waves of lazy Tongcheng guards patrolling the night and came here.

Aynis and Bai Yu were tricked into drinking a lot of wine by Ah Wen's bad guy at night, and they were already lying in the inn at this time, and Ah Wen pulled a few Jianghu people he just met there to brag about the big battle on the river a few days ago, obviously he did not participate in it, he said it vividly, and the few drinkers were stunned, combined with the recent battle of the immortals that made the ferry boat with a hundred people sink into the river, it seems that these people are particularly interested in what Ah Wen said, Meng Juntong has already seen the shopkeeper personally carrying the wine to send it to Ah Wen。

It's been a long time since I've been so quiet, sitting alone cross-legged, Meng Juntong stretched out her hand and gently pressed it on her heart, I don't know if it's an illusion, every time she calms down safely, she can feel the slow rhythm of the Shaohuajun hidden in her heart.

As a person of Shaohua's generation who brought Jun into the WTO, Meng Juntong did not have time to accept any experience about the use of Shaohuajun. After all, she left too suddenly, and these were originally to be passed on to her by the high priest of Vena Shu himself at the accession ceremony.

Entering the WTO should be calamity, should enter the WTO calamity, should be all the calamities in the world, and turn Shaohua into endless calamity, Meng Juntong calmed down and slowly calculated in his heart.

After going through the Red Bamboo Dream Realm, Meng Juntong's dream cultivation has already entered the realm of the five major achievements, which is still a big step away from Liu Chengfeng's fivefold peak realm. If it was in Shaohua Dream City, with his own strength, I am afraid that he would already be able to become an honorary elder in Shaohua Pavilion.

Slowly turning over the palm of his hand, some almost substantialized pens appeared in Meng Juntong's hand, which was the same as the Ming Soul Ancient Lamp, it was the instrument spirit of the divine treasure, as long as he mastered a certain summoning skill, anyone could summon it.

"Vientiane Divine Brush, they all say that Mother has a broken wisp of Yuan Shen in your body, can you tell me, where is her breath here, take me to walk the road she once walked?" Meng Juntong prayed to the Vientiane Divine Pen in his hand.

Originally, she didn't have much hope, back then, her mother did use the Vientiane magic pen to use the artifact sealing technique to seal her theoretical sword fairy grandmother, and she was also the enemy on the opposite side of the whole Shaohua Dream City, but since then, the Luo Shu priest and the previous generation of saints have joined forces to separate the divine soul, and the broken part has been completely integrated with the Vientiane pen, and there is no such thing as a remnant of the mother.

But after Meng Juntong prayed, suddenly the Vientiane magic pen really trembled between her fingers. Meng Juntong was slightly surprised, but then gently let go of the hand holding the pen.

The crystal clear, glass-like Vientiane Divine Pen slowly rose into the air, slowly rotating on its own, and finally she pointed in the direction on the south side of Tongcheng.

Meng Juntong was overjoyed: "Vientiane Magic Pen, do you mean that my mother has been there?"

The Vientiane Magic Pen only trembled slightly, Meng Juntong couldn't suppress his excitement, his figure swept out, and he took the Vientiane Pen in the air into his palm, and his body turned into a wisp of darkness in the night sky and fled. v5

The sentinels on the ground seemed to feel something, and they all looked up at the sky, but the night was dark and the wind was high, but they couldn't see anything.

Meng Juntong held the Vientiane Pen in her hand and quickly walked towards the south of Tongcheng, and she found that the frequency of the Vientiane Magic Pen was increasing more and more as she traveled south. It was as if he had sensed something.

Meng Juntong tried not to get too excited, too much excitement would affect her judgment. But it's really hard for her not to be excited, this is the first time she has relied on herself to really touch the past history, and the person who thinks about it day and night.

The southern part of Tongcheng is a very old residential area, and most of the people here have moved to the east or north of the new city. In recent years, Tongcheng has been preparing to demolish this place, and then build Nanshi to provide a broader trading area for the people of Tongcheng and promote the financial development of Tongcheng. It's just that because of some problems, the construction has never started, and gradually, on the contrary, several other districts are overcrowded, but this southern district is deserted and strange.

Meng Juntong jumped back and forth on one eaves after another, her speed was not fast, and she tried not to make any sound every time she stepped on a tile. The South Side, while cold, is not completely uninhabited.

Meng Juntong felt this, the frequency of the trembling of the Vientiane Divine Pen had reached the extreme, and Meng Juntong directly turned on his spiritual power to cover every corner of this place, and directly scanned this area with his spiritual power.

However, as soon as the spiritual power was opened, Meng Juntong felt that something was wrong, this southern area seemed to have been planted with an enchantment, and her spiritual power was bounced back nearly seventy percent when it touched an area, but now the subtle condensation of her spiritual power is far better than before, and there is still a part of the spiritual power that penetrates the enchantment and enters it.

However, in the next moment, Meng Juntong's expression changed drastically, and the enchantment in the southern region was full of bloody rain at the moment, and a group of people were massacring another group of people. If it weren't for the barrier of the barrier, I'm afraid the smell of blood here would be able to smell the entire Tongcheng.

"No, there are Dream Weavers here!" The message returned by Meng Juntong's spiritual power made her body tremble, there were indeed Dream Weavers, and there was more than one, and almost all of those who were slaughtered were Dream Weavers!

But how could there be so many, shouldn't these Dream Weavers be distributed in various cities in Shenzhou, how could they all be gathered and slaughtered like this.

Meng Juntong felt that most of these slaughtered dream weavers were only ordinary dream weavers with double dreams and triple dreams, and they didn't even have the power to fight back in the face of those butchers wielding butcher knives.

Meng Juntong's eyes turned red all of a sudden, and all his senses, thinking about it all disappeared at this moment. Anyone who sees their own people being slaughtered like this will probably not be able to calm down.

Seeing the butchers holding large buckets to collect the blood of the Dream Weavers, Meng Juntong completely lost his mind, and the next moment, in the southern area of Tongcheng, there was a shocking sound of dragon groans and thunderbolts.

Ah Wen, who was still drinking and bragging in the inn, suddenly changed his expression.