The merits of the ten parties ensured that Yang Chengwu would not die in a hundred battles, and now Furong finally decided to let go.

Yang Chengwu's body and mind had already reached the verge of collapse, but with such a huge amount of merit, he couldn't die if he wanted to, and it would only be hellish for him to live any longer.

Looking at the glittering merit lotus in Furong's palm, Meng Juntong was reluctant to stretch out his hand for a long time.

Furong smiled, and with a slight push of her palm, the merit lotus directly turned into a flowing rainbow, and sank into Meng Juntong's eyebrows at a very fast speed, and at the same time, a shallow lotus imprint appeared at the center of Meng Juntong's eyebrows, which combined with the dream imprint she had cultivated before, like a lotus flower rising with flames.

Furong nodded with satisfaction, Meng Juntong and her Quartet merits were well integrated, without any rejection reaction, which showed that Meng Juntong's body and mind were quite pure, and the power of merit was very close to her.

When the merit lotus was absorbed by Meng Juntong, Yang Chengwu's dream began to shake faintly. Although this period of time has been forbidden by Fleur, she can still clearly perceive the instability of dreams.

"Are you going to have a dream?" Liu Baicong hurriedly looked at Yang Chengwu to observe his current dream.

However, Yang Chengwu's dream state was still very stable, and even deepened, and there were faint signs that he was about to enter the third dream realm, "How could this be!" Liu Baicong's face was dazed, this situation was incomprehensible to him, even the high priest on the Soul Purification Platform had never talked to him.

Furong turned around with a smile and began to walk back towards the small pavilion, chanting in her mouth: "Mortal dust has dreams thousands of times, and finally dreams go deep into reincarnation." Birth, old age, sickness and death are all suffering, but love and hatred are not lost. After saying this, she had re-established the position where she played the flute for Yang Chengwu before, and when she turned back, Meng Juntong and Liu Baicong could see her smiling face full of tears, and the flute had already been held up to play the shape, and suddenly seemed to remember something, raised her head and said to the two: "Brother Xiaowu's dream of the final chapter will be handed over to the two of you, he always wants to be able to die on the battlefield, if this is his wish, then give him such a dream." ”

Meng Juntong and Liu Baicong looked at each other, if it really ended here, then wouldn't this dream be the best freeze point right now.

Fleur burst into tears, and the time around her seemed to be flowing again, and Yang Chengwu, who was sitting in the pavilion, trembled slightly, and did not react at all to what had just happened.

A flute sound came out in the pavilion, although the tune was very similar to Liu Baicong's performance, but it was far more charming than Liu Baicong's song.

"This ending is not good at all," suddenly Meng Juntong raised his head and said to Liu Baicong: "Let's work together to weave a perfect ending for them." ”

Liu Baicong frowned slightly: "Juntong, this is not in line with the rules of dream weavers. ”

"Where is it not in accordance with the rules, don't our rules even have the tolerance to set a beautiful ending to a person's dream of the final chapter!" Meng Juntong looked at the incense burning in the golden tripod, which was about to burn, but if it could be pushed into the third dream, then there would be a lot of time, and every time he went deeper into the dream realm, the timeline would be stretched several times or even dozens of times.

Liu Baicong thought for a moment, and immediately nodded: "Okay, just do as you say." ”

Meng Juntong smiled, and when he looked at Furong again, this Hibiscus was no longer that Hibiscus.

"Do you think I'll still be able to see Aunt Furong?" Meng Juntong asked.

Liu Baicong sighed lightly: "Her soul has already accompanied Yang Chengwu with this song, if Yang Chengwu enters the reincarnation, Furong must also go with her." She has long lost her identity as a traveler in the world, and she has no merit blessings, I am afraid that she will fall into the rolling red dust, and it will be difficult to transcend the six realms of reincarnation. ”

Meng Juntong was speechless, in the words of his father, Shaohua is the outside world, an existence that ordinary people can't understand, but in her opinion, they are just a part of the vast life, whether they are beyond the six reincarnations, whether they will fall into the surging red dust, in fact, there is no difference.

"Let's start," time is running out, and we can't spend any more time here, Meng Juntong said to Liu Baicong.

Liu Baicong snorted, and the two stood facing each other, and began to seal on their chests in the same way. Now Yang Chengwu's dream is still deepening, they want to help him, let him rush into the third dream realm in one go, to do this, the current Meng Juntong or Liu Baicong alone can't do it, at least to the point of reaching the fourth illusion of the dream technique.

The four palms are facing each other, and there is a misty mist of light beating in the center.

The flute in the pavilion is constantly sounding, melodious and wandering, and Yang Chengwu's spirit has been immersed in it, tossing and turning repeatedly.

With an uproar, the canopy was torn open, and a heavy rain poured down.

The surrounding scene changed again, the original dream was shattered inch by inch, and then began to reorganize little by little, Yang Chengwu still sat motionless in the small pavilion, as if he couldn't feel any changes around him at all, even if the stone bench under his buttocks had disappeared, he still maintained that sitting position.

Eventually, the hibiscus was gone, and the sound of the flute was gone.

Another silver lightning clicked and fell, and Yang Chengwu returned to the iron-blooded battlefield of the Golden Iron Horse in the first dream.

"I'll perfect this dream, and you'll be in charge of the aftermath. Meng Juntong said to Liu Baicong.

The two had already had a simple communication, Liu Baicong knew what he was going to do next, and he didn't say anything, nodded, and disappeared in front of Meng Juntong in one fell swoop, in the dream he weaved, he could go anywhere he needed to go in an instant.

Yang Chengwu opened his eyes, Meng Juntong completely connected his previous dream memories, and he quickly entered the state that should be in this scene, although his right arm was broken, he still raised the knife in his left hand, fighting hard.

The military flag of the Yan Kingdom was hunting in the wind and rain, and the reinforcements were finally in sight.

The great battle in the Longxi Plain left a strong mark in history. In fact, with the strong combat power of the iron-clad army, even in the situation of extremely disparity in military strength, Yang Chengwu and the others still killed the main army of Zhao at that time, and even indirectly led to the crisis and decline of Zhao State after that.

Assuming that the new Yan King at that time had a little ambition, it would be no problem to completely destroy the main army of the Zhao State.

Yang Chengwu knows this better than anyone else, which is why after seeing the banner of reinforcements, he will burst out with such a strong fighting spirit.

He is never obsessed with life and death, or victory or defeat, but his robes, there is no point in not being able to go, and their battles must not be wasted.