It didn't take long to talk to Bai Ze, Meng Juntong withdrew from the sea of divine consciousness, and everything around him did not change at all.

Xiang Ming was still sitting in the distance at the mouth of the valley with his eyes closed, and Bai Yu's brows were still furrowed, looking at it like this, the dream should not be very wonderful.

Meng Juntong flipped his palm silently, and a small Ming Soul Ancient Lamp immediately appeared in his palm.

Now that she summons the Ming Soul Ancient Lamp, she no longer needs to seal and chant a spell, and after entering the Quadruple Illusion Realm, she can summon the Ming Soul Ancient Lantern anytime and anywhere.

Moreover, although this Ming Soul Ancient Lantern is smaller in shape than the one summoned before, the texture is more like substance.

A wisp of dream medium slowly withdrew from Bai Yu's eyebrows and fell into the wick of the Ming Soul Ancient Lamp, and the beating flame immediately turned blue.

Meng Juntong closed his eyes and officially fell asleep.

When his eyes opened again, Meng Juntong saw a terrible picture.

The waves of destruction kept crashing against the ground they stood on, the heavens and the earth shook, and the ghosts wept and howled.

On each side of the continent, there was a dragon swaying its body vigorously, and their bodies were fastened with huge chains to the land foundation of the earth.

The dragons seem to want to drag this continent in the whirlpool of the deep sea to the sky.

In the coastal zone, huge ships are moored there, and many people are desperately running towards the giant ship, as if they are preparing to leave the continent on this giant ship.

Meng Juntong looked around, trying to find Bai Yu.

Soon, a thin figure appeared not far in front of Meng Juntong.

With a low cry, she was knocked to the ground by the fleeing pedestrians, curled up against the corner of the street and cried quietly.

Meng Juntong hurriedly came to Bai Yu's side, but she did not manifest, if she appeared directly in Bai Yu's dream, then Bai Yu might be immediately frightened.

Meng Juntong also came here to find clues about this land sinking place, of course, if he could, he also hoped to find out the real connection between this place and Bai Yu.

"There's a big dragon that can't hold on!" suddenly came from the crowd in the distance.

The dragon that was dragging the continent due west was already covered in blood at this moment, its body was crumbling, and it no longer had the strength to fly upward.

Meng Juntong looked at this scene with some astonishment, the scales of the dragon began to fall off piece by piece, and a terrible roar resounded through the heavens and the earth.

It finally couldn't hold it anymore and fell into the depths.

Losing the strength of one side, the pressure on the other dragons suddenly increased greatly, and there was a terrible and tragic dragon roar in all directions.

The sound of rushing water appeared, and then the whole city was covered with salty sea rain, and with the exhaustion of a big dragon died, it fell into the sea, and in the same position, another dragon with silver scales flashed out of the water, grabbed the black iron lock ring, and began to drag upward, which relieved the pressure on the remaining dragons.

This is like a special kind of relay, and these dragons are desperate to protect the continent from being swallowed by the whirlpool of the deep sea.

A helpless sigh sounded in Meng Juntong's ears, she turned her head to look, and at some point Bai Yu stood beside an old man with strange dragon scales on his forehead.

The old man raised his head, his eyes looked at Meng Juntong, and his expression was a little complicated.

Meng Juntong's heart sank, now that he has used the method of hiding, in this dream, can anyone still see through his consciousness.

The old man seemed to be muttering to himself, and whispered softly, "It's already the last big dragon, the last one." ”

Meng Juntong turned her head to look at the big dragon covered in silver scales, and her brows furrowed slightly.

Did the old man mean that if any more big dragon died, then the continent would never be able to be saved.

The old man looked down at Bai Yu, who was curled up, with a loving look in his eyes.

"Hello, little princess. ”

Meng Juntong was stunned, the old man actually called Bai Yu the little princess.

Bai Yu shook her head, and at some point, her face was already full of tears.

Meng Juntong could feel Bai Yu's deep emotions at the moment, as a dreamweaver and the dreamer himself were the same mind.

In Bai Yu's state of mind at the moment, Meng Juntong only felt one emotion, that is, sadness, unspeakable, heart-wrenching sadness.

Meng Juntong gently reached out and pressed his heart, trying his best not to sink into Bai Yu's emotions.

In the past, there have been precedents of dreamweavers making big mistakes because they are immersed in the dreamer's emotions, and the first thing to do as a dreamweaver is to settle down their emotions.

"Little princess, don't cry. The old man trembled and squatted down, and Meng Juntong wanted to step forward to help him, but knowing that this was a dream, he waited on the sidelines to see what happened.

Bai Yu hugged his legs, raised his head, looked at the old man, and sometimes opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, he couldn't say anything.

The old man smiled and touched her head: "Little princess, this is our home, you are going home." ”

Here, this sunken land?

Meng Juntong was puzzled and continued to listen to the old man.

"Little princess, don't be afraid, what do you think this is?" the old man stretched out his hand and lightly pointed at Bai Yu's brow.

With a swipe, a large dragon tail appeared behind Bai Yu's back, which was a little bigger than herself.

Meng Juntong was shocked, she noticed that the tail of the dragon behind Bai Yu was densely covered with snow-white crystal dragon scales, and the tail end was a cloud of silver and silky tail whiskers.

A few words popped into her mind: Crystal Feather Dragonman.

It was an ancient race that had perished for an unknown number of eras, and it was a little earlier than the history of the Protoss who had traveled the human world in the early years.

Bai Yu's dream world suddenly began to shake, and at this moment her consciousness was obviously stimulated by some kind of violent stimulation.

Meng Juntong raised his hand and condensed a branch of soul-fixing incense and lit it, the fragrance curled and was sucked by Bai Yu between his nose.

This calmed the dream down a bit.

The old man raised his head and glanced at Meng Juntong with a smile in his eyes, this time Meng Juntong could be very sure that this old man was definitely not the evolution of Bai Yu's own will, but like her, he was a person who came to dream.

This man's deeds are unfathomable, but fortunately, this man does not show the slightest hostility.

The old man still ignored Meng Juntong, but gently rubbed the silver scales that had just appeared on Bai Yu's forehead.

Bai Yu's eyes instantly became bright, and she suddenly held the old man's hand tightly and shouted, "Half a dragon pillar, and half a dragon pillar!"

The old man laughed when he heard this: "Okay! I remembered that there was still half a dragon pillar, and that was right, there was still half a dragon pillar." The old man's big hand pressed on the top of Bai Yu's head: "Good boy." ”