The Dream Weaver weaves the battlefield based on the background that he is most familiar with and the most advantageous for his own battle, no matter for anyone, and this is also to be able to maximize the advantage.

Meng Juntong's dream weaving time this time was the longest time she had taken since she became a dream weaver, and she used nearly a whole hour just for the scenery, and in this hour, Luo Wushuang was quietly in front of her, sitting quietly in front of the Ming Soul Ancient Lamp and pranayama, without disturbing at all.

In Luo Wushuang's heart, in fact, he also wanted to know how far his daughter, who was pinned on by Xiao Xiao, had grown, although he still did not give up the idea of replacing Meng Juntong, but he was very curious, especially after seeing Meng Juntong complete the first and second trial challenges, he was even more curious.

According to Xiao Xiao's meaning, if Meng Juntong successfully completed the trial, then Luo Wushuang would be like Ah Wen, and he would be the other half of Meng Juntong's protector. Originally, it was replaced by a choice that Meng Juntong had to seek when his skills were not good, or his heart was incomplete, Luo Wushuang's desperate gamble objectively added an extra layer of trials to Meng Juntong, Luo Wushuang really wanted to see what kind of waves she could turn over.

Holding the almost shattered black bamboo knife, Ah Wen sat in front of the void that was torn apart by Luo Wu again, closed his eyes and raised his mind, he had a premonition that it was not very good, but it was not Ah Wen's good idea to pinch this kind of thing, seeing Anice, Bai Yu and Xiang Xuan, Meng Junsheng had to look at this side not far away, Awen beckoned to Anice: "Little Golden Retriever, you help me do something." ”

Aenis saw that it was Awen who had summoned him, and hurriedly trotted up to the front: "Awen, where is my master, and where has the national master of Naluo gone?"

Ah Wen took off the wine gourd on his waist and threw it into Anice's hand: "Those are not your responsibility, now use your fastest speed to return to the National Teacher's Mansion, find Master Zhuang, and ask him for the jars of wine that Luo Wushuang personally hidden, fill this wine gourd, the speed should be fast, do you hear." ”

Aynis was slightly stunned, when has this been, why is this guy still thinking about wine, but Awen's expression at the moment doesn't seem to be joking at all.

"Go," Awen urged again, and Aynis didn't hesitate any longer, got up and hugged the wine gourd, and rushed in the direction of the Imperial Glory Dao National Teacher's Mansion.

Bai Yu, Xiang Xuan, and Meng Junsheng did not leave, they were all staring at the black hole behind Ah Wen, Xiang Xuan's feeling for the black hole was still very strong, she pointed to the black hole and said, "The national teacher and the master are all in there." ”

Ah Wen looked solemn and said to Bai Yu: "Xiao Yu, you take these two little guys to the palace of the King of Chu, and don't come over to see what happens here for a while." ”

A strong sense of crisis hit his heart, Ah Wen had already guessed what was coming, those nails that had been lurking in the shadows all along, this moment was undoubtedly a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for them, if they could destroy the cracks in this world, not only Meng Juntong, but even Luo Wushuang would not want to return to this world, so that Huangquan Dao's henchmen would be uprooted at once.

And for this, they are definitely willing to pay some price, even some small price.

Of course, Bai Yu believed in Ah Wen, and Meng Juntong also told her that if there was any problem when she was away, she must listen to Ah Wen.

So Bai Yu took Xiang Xuan and Meng Junsheng to take refuge in the palace of the king of Chu.

Ah Wen's hand kept touching his waist, that is, where he originally hung the sword gourd, and whispered: "There is a big fight, then how can you not get wine, little golden retriever, you have to run faster." Otherwise, Lao Tzu will inevitably suffer a crime. ”

On the other side, in the gap of time, Meng Juntong finally completed the erection of her dream after more than an hour of arrangement, and she slowly opened the pupils of the five-colored petals, and the feeling at this time was exactly the same as the feeling in the illusion of enlightenment in the sea of books.

"It's all ready, you can enter the illusion at any time. Meng Juntong greeted Luo Wushuang and said.

Luo Wushuang nodded, glanced back at the crack in the world, and said, "It's all up to you outside, and you can't stand it." ”

Leaning back in front of the void black hole, Ah Wen pursed his lips: "You are the most verbose, it's my business whether you can stand it or not, you do what you have to do." ”

Luo Wushuang retracted his gaze, the soul light flashed in his eyebrows, and a wisp of soul medium was dragged away from the Purple Mansion by him, and floated into the wick of the Ming Soul Ancient Lantern in Meng Juntong's palm.

The five-colored lights swayed and rose, Luo Wushuang's consciousness flashed, and the spiritual projection had already appeared in the dream arranged by Meng Juntong.

The vast Jingling Lake, the clear blue sky, the deep and secluded lake bottom, Wanwei Jinli floating waves, riding the waves. On the shore of both sides of the strait, you can see the cranes flying and stopping, and the surrounding buildings and pavilions are all antique.

The most attractive thing is the white sacrificial pagoda that seems to stand in the middle of the lake, connecting the sky and the earth, that is, the residence of the Shaohua priests, the place where the pure spirit platform is located, is the closest place to the gods in the world.

"I didn't expect that after a hundred years, Shaohua's pure spirit is still the same. Luo Wushuang had been prepared for a long time, thinking that Meng Juntong would show the scene of Shaohua to himself, but he never expected that it would be a place like the Mirror Lake Pure Spirit Terrace.

Meng Juntong seemed to be responding to Luo Wushuang: "The Pure Spirit Platform has no action and no one has ever wanted to change it, of course, it is still the same as before." ”

"Is it pure to do nothing? That's a good point. Luo Wushuang took a deep breath, that is, even the fresh feeling in the air was the same as hundreds of years ago, after some exhalation, Luo Wushuang asked: "Let's talk about it, here, how are we going to fight?

Meng Juntong didn't beat around the bush, and raised his arm to the surroundings: "The battlefield is every corner we see, as for the victory or defeat, let's divide it between life and death." ”

Of course, the life and death mentioned by Meng Juntong is not the real life and death, but the life and death in the dream, and if you die in the dream, you will wake up in reality.

"So, you don't seem to be making much money. Luo Wushuang pointed to the land under his feet: "You are familiar with this place, but it is because you have lived here for more than ten years, and I have been here for hundreds of years. ”

Meng Juntong's attitude was very calm, and he spread his hands and said: "There is no need to worry about these seniors, as long as I lose, I, Meng Juntong, will not break my word." ”