How can it be so strong!" Xiang Ming was shocked in his heart, but he didn't dare to slow down at all, because at this moment, Fan Yin's arm carrying his head had already been clamped towards him, and it was hard to imagine what the result would be if he was held by his arm.

Xiang Ming got out and let Fan Yin take a blank spot, but Fan Yin obviously didn't think about continuing to pursue Xiang Ming, all his attacks and defenses were carried out subconsciously, so he didn't have the idea of pursuing.

Meng Juntong gently pushed Bai Yu aside and advised, "Wait here, don't move." After speaking, he rushed to Zhang Gengfu and Fan Yin.

"Miss Meng, get out of the way, it's dangerous!" Cheng Yu shouted loudly.

But the next moment, Meng Juntong pushed out with a palm, and everyone around felt a strong wind blowing across his face.

The person who has lost his soul is actually the same as the person who has fallen into a dream, and through the dream, the soul can be restored to the body and the lost mind can be awakened.

Huishen lightning lit up between Meng Juntong's right fingers, and the Huishen lightning in the real world was far less magnificent than what he saw in the dream, but it was just a small wisp as big as a tadpole, and he couldn't see anything after a few steps.

Meng Juntong's speed was very fast, just an arrow stepped forward, and before Fan Yin could raise his hand and raise the knife, he had already pointed two fingers between Fan Yin's eyebrows, if she was holding a dagger at this moment, then Fan Yin would definitely be dead.

In this step, Meng Juntong used the most exquisite body technique in Shaohua Dream City, called Fanghua for a moment.

If it can be used to the extreme, its effect will not be weaker than that of Taoism to shrink the ground into inches, or to travel far away against the wind.

With this point, Fan Yin's movements immediately stopped.

The uncontrollable killing intent in his eyes began to disappear, and a pair of black pupils reappeared in his eye sockets.

"Wake up!" Meng Juntong slapped Fan Yin's chest with his backhand, Fan Yin's feet suddenly left the ground, and flew backwards upside down, and then the next second with a bang, it fell heavily to the ground, smashing up a burst of dust.

Fan Yin seemed to have been drained of all his strength, and he struggled to support his body and sat down from the ground.

When he saw the human head he was holding in his hand, Rao was the butcher who was usually used to killing and killing, and he also screamed in surprise, and threw it out of the distance with a flick of his hand.

He knew the owner of this head, it was the white Taoist priest in the town who asked the servant named Leping under his door to find him to relieve his troubles

"I ...... What the hell have I done!" Fan Yin had a pained look on his face.

And at this moment, while he was distracted, Cheng Yu immediately stepped forward and tied his hands and feet with chains, and at the same time kicked away the butcher knife he held in his palm.

"Do you want us to tell you what you have done!" Cheng Yu shouted angrily: "On weekdays, you are arrogant and domineering, but now you have the courage to take the grass and ignore people's lives, and you will kill people with a knife in this public, I don't think your godfather can still protect you!"

Fan Yin's face was full of astonishment, but soon, he began to struggle and shouted: "I didn't kill anyone! I didn't! I didn't kill me, someone designed me!"

Cheng Yu had already asked people to go back to the mansion to send people over, and he said coldly: "Whether there is any murder, you will know if you have been to your mansion and see." ”

Meng Juntong didn't speak, in fact, although she didn't have a good impression of Fan Yin, she still wanted to help him prove that all this was really not his intention.

But now, another thing weighed down on her like a stone.

That is, whether Fan Yin's soulless madness today has anything to do with the group dream technique he performed.

"What are you thinking?" Seeing Meng Juntong stunned, Xiang Ming walked over and asked softly.

Bai Yu also ran over at this time, looking a little like he wanted to say something.

At this moment, Meng Juntong suddenly looked up at the north, and without saying a word, her figure flashed and swept towards the north.

Just now, a voice rippled in her heart lake, and it was going to let Meng Juntong go to the small temple in the north to meet her.

The reason why she was so excited was because Meng Juntong found that the voice of the person just now was the same person who destroyed her group dream technique just now.

The ten-mile road may take a lot of time for ordinary people, but for Meng Juntong, just a pillar of incense has already arrived.

Neither Xiang Ming nor Bai Yu were able to keep up with Meng Juntong's speed, after all, Meng Juntong used a dream technique comparable to the immortal method, and if a person who practiced martial arts did not reach a certain realm and use physical strength to compare his magic ability, there was no comparison between the two at all.

The small temple is very old, of course, it is much better than the Ten Kings Hall in the depths of the Undulating Machine Mountains, and there is only a golden body of a god arched in the temple, but looking at it like this, the incense here is very shabby.

Meng Juntong strode into the temple, looking for the person who had asked him to come.

However, as soon as she stepped into the hall with her front feet, she suddenly felt a softness under her feet, and the whole person fell into an illusion.

It was late at night, but there was a soft white light everywhere around.

This feeling is very familiar to Meng Juntong, this is the bottom space where the dream weaver creates the dream, and all the dreams are built in this bottom space.

She immediately stabilized her figure, in this bottom space, she must find her own balance with her heart, where her head does not touch the sky, her feet do not land, everything is ethereal, but this ethereal can establish an endless reality.

Meng Juntong looked around, looking for the person who had led him here.

She didn't doubt that the other party would be unfavorable to herself, firstly, she was very sure of the identity of that person, and secondly, if the other party wanted to be unfavorable to herself, she could directly set up an abyss dream, so that she could never stand up again as soon as she stepped in, and there was no need to set up a bottom dream to receive herself.

Behind the soft white light, a person walked out slowly, looking similar to his father, but this outfit was a little strange, he was actually wearing a Taoist robe.

You must know that Shaohua Dream City is not a branch of the Daoist sect, and the ancient Oneiroi is even earlier than the Taoist ancestor of Taoism.

"Senior, you are ......"

Before Meng Juntong finished speaking, he suddenly felt his legs sink, and then with a pop, he knelt down directly in front of the middle-aged Taoist.

She was stunned and looked at the slightly angry face of the Taoist, and wanted to speak, only to find that she had actually been banned, and it was the same spell used by the high priest of Luoshu in the Pure Spirit Stage.

"Meng Juntong, do you know your mistakes!" The middle-aged man's voice was like a bell, and he held himself accountable loudly.

Meng Juntong only felt that someone was holding a hammer and slamming her heart, and the next moment she was so frightened that she found that she was crying uncontrollably.