They all died in that wildfire, and I'm afraid that's not the case.

Being able to cooperate with Huangquan Dao and create a considerable tide of corpses, Meng Juntong didn't believe that it would be just a simple mountain tribe.

Moreover, as far as the Witch Gu Clan elder said, they had not violated the prohibition to cultivate Blood Gu before.

It was only after Meng Juntong's mother took something from their village that their clan fell under the vicious curse of the witch Gu clan, who would not live to be fifty years old, that they began to raise the blood Gu with their own bodies.

Walking out of Yan Fengyi, Meng Juntong still had a lot of doubts in his heart.

If this trip to Baishui City goes well, maybe it will be necessary for me to go to the 100,000 mountains in Yan Fengyi's mouth, and I will be poor for hundreds of miles.

Go and see for yourself if there will be some traces of my mother left there.

Back in his room, Meng Juntong did not sleep.

In the past, Meng Juntong enjoyed the feeling of sleep very much, even if she could recover her energy by meditating and cultivating, but at that time she was still in Shaohua City, and a very talented girl would inevitably be a little lazy in everything.

Since leaving Shaohua Dream City and coming to the world, Meng Juntong has insisted on practicing all night almost every day, either meditating to restore mana, or repeatedly studying dream techniques.

Before entering the meditation tonight, Meng Juntong had a faint strange feeling.

Whether this feeling is good or bad, she can't say, but it lingers in her heart repeatedly.

Meng Juntong knew that cultivators had feelings and even epiphany, so anyone who practiced immortal arts would not miss every trace of induction on his body, and of course Meng Juntong would not leave it.

She quickly settled down and began to ponder the senses.

It's just that in the meditative state, that kind of feeling is still like a separation, so she can't grasp it.

Suddenly, Meng Juntong remembered something, since meditation cultivation couldn't catch it, then why not enter the dream realm and try to see if he could catch it in the dream realm.

She is a dreamweaver in Shaohua, and at any time, her dream is her home field.

After thinking about it, the Ming Soul Ancient Lantern in her palm was already faintly lit, and this time it was her own dream medium that entered the Ming Soul Ancient Lamp.

Not every dreamweaver is able to help them weave their dreams.

The reason is very simple, when a person realizes that he is in a state of dreaming, as long as the dream is not deep enough for him, then he will wake up quickly.

But Meng Juntong is different, one of the three thousand merits secret technique she cultivated in Shaohua Pavilion is called sitting and forgetting to dream.

The Holy Maiden of Yunzhu once said that this secret technique originated from the ancient Taoist orthodox method of sitting and forgetting the mind.

You can make yourself enter a state of dreamless forgetfulness, once you enter the dream, it is the emptiness of the six senses, as long as you are not willing, it is difficult to be surprised by dreams.

Meng Juntong performed this secret technique of sitting and forgetting to fall asleep, and a little dream medium between his eyebrows flew and fell into the ancient lamp of the Ming Soul.

The ancient lamp lit up the golden and red fireworks alternately, and Meng Juntong's divine consciousness also entered the dream at this moment.

I felt that the world was spinning around for a while, and when Meng Juntong stabilized her mind again, she was already in a forest.

It can be seen that this forest is very old, and every tree here can accommodate three or five adults to hug, and the giant trees cover the sky, so that it is even difficult to tell whether it is day or night.

There was a faint miasma floating in the woods, a light dark green.

Meng Juntong walked deeper into the forest, and had only walked a few steps when a strange shouting sound came from the front, accompanied by the uninterrupted sound of drums.

It seemed that someone was performing some kind of strange ritual in front of him, and in a short time there was another movement of heheheho.

Meng Juntong cautiously leaned forward, pushed aside the bushes, and saw a group of naked men covered in strange oil paint, with leather drums hanging from their waists, dancing a strange sacrificial dance around a fire.

She subconsciously lowered her eyes, this scene was really a little spicy.

When the yellow flower girls of any family see it, I'm afraid they will all blush.

At this time, there was another shout from there, and Meng Juntong must not understand the language, but she didn't know why she understood the meaning of that sentence.

"Please boy, sacrifice to the Gu God!"

Meng Juntong's heart froze, and he suddenly raised his head and looked ahead.

I saw four or five stripped of their clothes, and they were lifted up like animals, tied hand and foot to logs.

The children's expressions were so sluggish that they couldn't even cry.

Meng Juntong tried to resist her urge to rush to the rescue of these children, she had to see what these guys were going to do to these children.

Soon, the sleek boys and virgins were carried up to the altar.

The so-called altar is actually nothing more than a pile of stones.

Paint-painted eccentrics began to dance wildly around the boys and girls.

Half an hour passed, and an old man with an Orchard staff walked out on the other side.

Meng Juntong recognized this Udchuck Scepter at a glance, it was the cane that the Witch Gu Clan's elder was holding at that time.

It's just that the elder wears a mask so that people can't see his face.

The first boy was soon put before the elder, and when he saw the elder waving the staff in his hand, he didn't know what he was praying for, and then he suddenly took out a short scimitar from his waist and stabbed him in the chest with a snort.

Meng Juntong almost screamed in surprise, and she looked at the scene in front of her.

Immediately, the scimitar cut open the boy's chest, but strangely from beginning to end, not even a single blood gushed out, as if the knife had cut open not a man, but a rag doll.

Cutting open the boy's chest, the elder directly put down the short scimitar, and directly reached into the boy's chest, and the next second, a small, dark red heart was held in his hand.

The heart had not stopped beating at the moment, and Meng Juntong stared at the scene with wide eyes.

The boy looked at the heart that had been ripped out of the witch Gu clan elder's hand like a dream, and muttered that he didn't know what he was saying.

The small heart beat in the hand of the Witch Gu Clan Elder.

The elder lifted the child's heart aloft and uttered a long prayer in that obscure and ancient tone.

Meng Juntong once again understood what was coming from his mouth: "Gu God, this is our sacrifice to you, please give us your great child and give us endless power." ”

After saying this, the dark red heart suddenly exploded.

The poor child finally closed his eyes slowly.

At the same time, a Gu worm the size of a fingernail floated in the hand of the Elder who was holding the Orchard Staff.