"Took away the sword grid?" This is the first time Meng Juntong has heard of this kind of thing, it is not a forged divine sword, and it can also extract the sword grid from the divine weapon.

The Divine Spirit Dragon didn't seem to want to dwell on this issue too much, but just said casually, "If there is a chance in the future, I will tell you about it." In short, it is a great kindness for you to save me from the Linglan Sword, and I will write it down. ”

Meng Juntong never thought of calculating any kindness with the Divine Spirit Dragon, and after a few words, Meng Juntong's consciousness retreated from the sea of divine consciousness, and the book "Qingfeng Casting and Refining Chronicles" in his hand had been turned to the end, and Meng Juntong should have written down the contents of it, and after closing his eyes and looking back, "Qingfeng Casting and Refining Chronicles" also disappeared into Meng Juntong's hands like other library books.

Meng Juntong sighed, her mother really had to surprise herself everywhere, whether it was the sword qi bamboo forest to help her condense the sword pill, or the ancient sword dragon soul hidden in this vast sea of books, all of this seemed to be pre-arranged, silently waiting for her arrival. There were already so many surprises without leaving the Central Plains, if she went to the Sword Qi Heavenly Gate and the land where she had fought, the next surprises would be more and more amazing.

In the illusion, she had seen the blood and tears crushing the double dragon, Meng Juntong knew that the world outside the Sword Qi Heavenly Gate was far more dangerous than she imagined, but no matter what, she had to go through this experience.

Meng Juntong noticed that there was an extra pale golden light cluster in her hand, which was the soul power part of the ancient sword dragon soul shed by the Divine Dragon King, and this sword soul fragment was also one of the ten pieces she was looking for, and it was also the main body sword soul. Without the will of the Divine Dragon King, the Qingfeng Sword can completely devour it, so that ten pieces of sword soul fragments have been collected in this Longchuan City, including the largest one, but now there is another problem, looking at the piles of thick layers of hair like wicker all over the ground, Meng Juntong was a little in a trance, how long did she stay in this library, in the whole process of reading the book, she actually did not feel the passage of time at all, and she did not see the light of day in this underground library, and naturally it was unknown at four times.

The Qingfeng Sword behind him was trembling wildly, Meng Juntong knew that it was about to go crazy, such a large piece of sword soul fragments had been placed in front of him, how eager the Qingfeng Sword was to make up for itself.

This time, Meng Juntong did not use the qi machine to lock the scabbard, but lightly patted the scabbard, and with a bang, the Qingfeng sword let out a pleasant long groan, and then flew out with a vague sword mark from the scabbard, the speed was staggering.

The Qingfeng Sword appeared in front of the ancient sword soul fragment almost instantly, and began to devour the sword soul greedily, and with the ancient sword soul fragment being absorbed by it, the Qingfeng Sword seemed to be quietly undergoing some transformation, from the ordinary divine soldier who had no soul at the time, to now swallowing two sword soul fragments successively, and one remained on Xiang Xuan's body, Meng Juntong had not yet had time to retrieve it, this process Qingfeng Sword seemed to have gained considerable growth, and it was getting closer to the real peerless divine soldier step by step.

It is clearly written in the "Qingfeng Casting and Refining Chronicles", "The Qingfeng is also the instrument of the immortals, sharpening the blade of the sword, cutting the heavenly dragon, cutting the void, cracking the gall, the sword chanting, and the ghosts and gods moving." ’

It can be seen that the glory of the heyday of the Qingfeng Sword was the supreme position between heaven and earth.

Letting the Qingfeng Sword absorb the dragon soul there, Meng Juntong once again raised his hand to the few ancient books that were still left in the library, if nothing else, in two hours, he would be able to memorize all the books in the entire library in one go. Love Net

Meng Juntong, who usually doesn't like to read the most, after reading all the books in this sea of books, for some reason, his mood has precipitated.

In this vast sea of books, she absorbed another kind of energy that was completely different from the cultivation blessings of cultivators or martial artists, perhaps readers would call it wisdom, but Meng Juntong felt that this was a kind of power of the heart.

This kind of power helped her to get rid of the original mystery of this world, those things that could not be seen clearly in the past, could not be seen, with the intervention of the power of the heart, little by little in front of Meng Juntong, although she may not be able to integrate all these knowledge in one go, but they are everywhere in her heart, as she continues to cultivate, these knowledge will be like a treasure trove, and a steady stream of more surprises will be provided to her.

Two hours later, when she finished reading the last book of "Huangquan Zaiwuzhi", Meng Juntong's hair had no longer passed the lower abdomen where she was sitting cross-legged, closed the book, reviewed it silently, and waited until the book disappeared, Meng Juntong exhaled a long breath of turbidity and looked at the entrance of the library.

With the squeak of the copper door, the flame of the ancient unicorn lamp, which had never moved for such a long time, swayed slightly, Meng Juntong felt that her eyes were a little flowery, she reached out and rubbed her eyes, the things in front of her were not different, the library had already been emptied, and in this library, it was empty, but the hair seemed to be gone.

Meng Juntong slowly stood up, gently rubbed his somewhat sore knees, and reached out to pull the long hair on the back of his head to his front to look at it, the length had not changed much from before he entered the underground library: "Is it a dream," Meng Juntong looked at the Qilin ancient lamp, and at the moment when the light was lit, he was not woven into a dream by this ancient lamp.

"Certainly not a dream. Luo Wushuang and Qi Zichen slowly walked in from the entrance of the secret passage.

Meng Juntong felt that after reading these books, at least ten or twenty years should have passed, but the appearance of Luo Wushuang and Mi Zichen in front of him had not changed.

"It's a sea of books fantasy, and it's a spiritual meditation technique performed with the unicorn lantern. Luo Wushuang explained, "From the time you entered the library to the present, only three hours have passed, and the sky outside has just dawned. It's just that in the fantasy realm of the sea of books, your vast spiritual power has been completely mobilized, so that you have refined your time to the point of near stagnation, and you really didn't expect that your dream realm has entered the fifth level. ”

Meng Juntong understood that in this sea of books fantasy, the flow rate of time is directly related to the strength of his spiritual power, and in the moment outside, under the refinement of his spiritual power, he can live in the illusion for an hour or even longer.

Meng Juntong finally fully understood Ah Wen's good intentions, why before entering Longchuan, he had to go to Hongzhu Niang by himself to complete the breakthrough of the fivefold dream, it turned out that this was the level.