The melodious sound of a bamboo flute floated far away, wandering over the battlefield.

Meng Juntong and Bai Luzhou stood side by side, looking in the direction where the flute came from.

Liu Baicong is good at music and rhythm, and they both know it, and Liu Baicong's flute is still under the tutelage of the noble and great high priest of Luoshu. He can not only dream with the rhythm of music, but also weave dreams with the rhythm of music, among the disciples of the Liu family in this generation, he is the only one who has reached such a height in both the weaving dream and the dream eating path.

"Why is this tune so familiar," Meng Juntong muttered.

Bai Luzhou frowned and thought for a while, she was also a person who loved to listen to music, but she couldn't hear where the source of this song was: "Is it familiar? Why can't I hear it, it doesn't seem like Shaohua's song." ”

Meng Juntong shook his head: "It's definitely not Shaohua's song, but where does this song come from?"

Before he finished speaking, Meng Juntong suddenly found that the fireworks of the tranquil incense that was originally hanging above Yang Chengwu's dream media began to shake.

Even if you use soothing incense, you can't stabilize the dream state of the dream medium, which is a sign of waking up.

Seeing this, Meng Juntong hurriedly poked out his ten fingers, and flicked them in the air again and again, and the thin threads of spiritual silk fluttered around Yang Chengwu's limbs and body.

"There can be such a thing," Bai Luzhou seems to have seen this situation for the first time, someone can actually force the dream medium stabilized by An Shenxiang, the key is that it seems that the other party has done nothing, just blowing a tune, you must know that the five senses and hearing are the weakest in the dream, and the activity of the mind is high, which will inevitably affect the eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body and mind in the dream.

But Liu Baicong came to the dream from the direction of hearing, could it be that he found something.

"Juntong, you just said that this song is familiar. You have practiced the way of the qin with the Holy Maiden of Yunzhu before, have you heard this song in the Shaohua Pavilion?"

Yunzhu Holy Maiden and Luo Shu Priest are the most noble figures in the entire Shaohua City, Liu Baicong was accepted as a disciple by Luo Shu Priest at a very young age, and was taken to the Pure Spirit Pagoda to teach the fairy dream method, as well as music and rhythm skills, and Meng Juntong was taken to Shaohua Pavilion by Yunzhu Holy Maiden.

Meng Juntong shook her head, in Shaohua Pavilion, she did hear a lot of tunes, coupled with her extraordinary memory, as long as she heard the tunes, she would definitely not forget, so she could be sure that the tunes played by Liu Baicong at the moment were definitely not the tracks in Shaohua City, but where had she heard this tune, she really couldn't remember it for a while, not because her memory was not good, but because the impression was too shallow.

At this moment, the tranquility incense hanging on Yang Chengwu's spiritual platform suddenly shook violently, and then it was directly extinguished, which was a sign that the dream medium was about to wake up, the other party's soul consciousness began to wake up, and without the help of the tranquility incense, those real-life memories would no longer be restrained, and everything that had been encountered would come to mind, contradicting the scenes in the dream everywhere, until the dream logic was completely shattered, and finally woke up.

Meng Juntong didn't dare to be distracted to chat with Bai Luzhou, her fingers plucked in the air again and again, and a tangible and intangible nine-string phoenix tail piano appeared in front of her, Meng Juntong's small body looked a little abrupt in front of the phoenix tail.

With each finger pluck, a stream of spiritual power gushes out of the body to make up for the loopholes in the dream.

Yang Chengwu's eyes were no longer red at the moment, although he was still inertial to rush in the formation, rushing in the direction of the Yan State Army Flag, but the boiling blood was calming down little by little, and there was a brief confusion in his eyes, because those memories in reality were vaguely entering his mind.

Meng Juntong sensed everything in the dream, and of course she also knew that Yang Chengwu's deep memories of reality began to recover.

The deepest memory is probably the result of their defeat in the Battle of the Longxi Plain, and this alone can destroy this entire dream.

It's just that now his dream state is still very deep, and he can't determine which one is a hallucination and which one is real.

The rhythm of the flute is still gentle, but the melody seems to be stirring up little by little.

Yang Chengwu's dream is already an irreversible reality, and Meng Juntong has not thought of what the problem is and what the origin of that song is.

It's not without a rhythm that is specially used to frighten dreams and disturb souls, but what Liu Baicong plays is obviously not that kind.

Meng Juntong glanced at the divine incense burned in the golden tripod, there was only a little ember left before the end of the dream, and the dream timeline would be longer than the real timeline, but at most, it would take no more than half an hour in the dream.

Half an hour, as long as the dream is not broken within half an hour, even if Meng Juntong's dream is successful.

Yang Chengwu's movements when swinging the knife are no longer as round as before, and the blade will be sluggish from time to time, if it weren't for the fact that this is a dream woven by Meng Juntong, replaced by a real battlefield, Yang Chengwu's state at this time may have been killed long ago.

On the battlefield, the decisive victory is thousands of miles, the line of life and death, and you must maintain your full concentration and devote yourself to the fight at all times.

Many times, life and death are decided in the blink of an eye, a breath, and a trance.

Yang Chengwu completely retreated from the battlefield state, and Meng Juntong was able to enter the battle path again and again to stimulate Yang Chengwu's fighting spirit, but it never had any good effect.

Liu Baicong's flute sound was still soft, but Meng Juntong's white and clean forehead was already full of fine beads of sweat overflowing outward.

Meng Juntong, who has always occupied various advantages in the confrontation with Liu Baicong, actually ignored that Liu Baicong was never an ordinary peer. He is the personal disciple of the high priest of Luoshu, and he is a young genius who has not been born in the entire Liu clan for a hundred years.

As a weaver of dreams, she could clearly feel that the dream state of the dream medium Yang Chengwu was decreasing and weakening at a very rapid speed.

At this rate, it only takes half a pillar of incense time, and Yang Chengwu should completely wake up from his dream.

"Damn," Meng Juntong's hands slammed into the tangible and intangible nine-string phoenix tail qin in the void, and suddenly the phoenix tail qin split apart and fell apart, and at the same time, nine deep blood marks appeared on Meng Juntong's palm.

Bai Luzhou on the side was taken aback when he saw this, and hurriedly shouted: "Juntong, what are you going to do!"

Where would Meng Juntong pay attention to her, he didn't care about the dripping blood at all, his hands quickly sealed on his chest, and he recited the nine-character mantra in his mouth: "Pro ~ soldier ~ fight ~ one! are all ~ array ~ column ~ in front of ~!"

Bai Luzhou already knew what Meng Juntong was going to do, and immediately scolded and stopped: "Meng Juntong, you are crazy, this is just a competition, you actually use the Truth Forbidden Technique!"

On the other side, Liu Baicong, who was far away, also twitched his eyelids, and stopped continuing to play the flute at the moment, the sound of the flute disappeared, he hesitated, he would never have thought that Meng Juntong would be so resolute.

Looking at the direction where Meng Juntong was, Liu Baicong's expression became extremely complicated.

"I have to go to the human world, no matter what the price is, I have to go!" Meng Juntong's body suddenly burst out with an orange light, completely enveloping the battlefield where Yang Chengwu was, and then another soothing incense was lit above his head, and a faint cigarette smoke rose.

Lock in this win, then there is no need to compete in the next game.

This method has indeed stabilized Yang Chengwu's current dream depth, at least for now, he will not continue to move closer to waking dreams.

But it can also be seen from Meng Juntong's pale cheeks that this is very terrible for her own consumption.

The reason why the Truth Forbidden Technique is called a forbidden technique is because it is too much for the Dream Weaver, and this move also goes against the original intention of the Dream Weaver itself.

If it weren't for the special circumstance of having to forcibly leave the dream medium in the dream world, the Dream Weaver would never have used this trick, and of course, not all Dream Weavers would be able to use this trick.

"Juntong, have you ever thought that if you use the True Word Forbidden Technique, the family can directly rule you out, you should let it go. Bai Luzhou persuaded on the side, she was older than Meng Juntong, and she must know more things than her.

"There is no explicit prohibition on the use of the Truth Forbidden Technique above the rules, why should you judge me!" Meng Juntong's face was not good-looking, but his tone was unusually tough.

She is eccentric by nature, does not like to be bound by rules, and is also a well-known naughty master in Shaohua City, but few people know that this girl's stubbornness and stubbornness are also very troublesome, and even some elders in the three families have nothing to do with her.

Seeing that Meng Juntong couldn't be persuaded by Bai Luzhou, he had to raise his head and shout into the distance: "Liu Baicong, you also let her do it! ”

"Whoever wants him to let me! If he has the ability, he will break the barrier of my truth, and if he has less than a pillar of incense, if he can break it, it is his ability, if he can't break it, don't think about other things! Obediently give way to me, let me go to the human world!" Meng Juntong spoke without mercy.

Liu Baicong didn't have the childish appearance of sitting on the ground and crying when he lost his drunken dream fragrance, he looked at Bai Luzhou and Meng Juntong from afar: "I can let you do anything else, but if you want to enter the human world, you just can't!" Meng Juntong ...... You, don't blame me!" Liu Baicong said this, both resolute and hesitant, it could be seen that he was also very contradictory, it was not his intention to embarrass Meng Juntong, but he had to do it.

Bai Luzhou really has no choice at this time, one here is at all costs, and the other is imperative, the determination of these two people makes Bai Luzhou a little incomprehensible, but now is not the time to understand these, the bigger emotion in her heart is worry, this pillar of incense time can already make them fight in this dream.

The flute sounded again, and above the mantra barrier cast by Meng Juntong, there were ripples and fluctuations, and the piece played by Liu Baicong also changed its tone many times in a row.

The side effects of the Truth Forbidden Technique were much greater than Meng Juntong had imagined, and they came much faster than she expected, from the time she cast the forbidden technique to the time she suffered the backlash of the spell, less than twenty breaths of effort had passed.

The spiritual power shield began to crack at a speed visible to the naked eye, and a moment later, with a click, Meng Juntong directly raised his head and spit out a mouthful of blood, and the whole person fell backwards and sat down, but fortunately, Bai Luzhou was present and helped her in time.

At the same time, Meng Juntong's body, who was on the Dream Weaving Platform, also had blood flowing out of the corners of his mouth, and the spirit of the whole person was much more decadent in an instant.