Meng Juntong never thought that these witch Gu people would use the method of sacrificing children to refine Gu. Those Gu worms were actually placed in the hearts of children to conceive and mature.

No wonder when he first saw the child, his expression was so wooden. All the essence and blood vitality of the body were sucked away by the Gu worms, and they had already been made into Gu cultivation vessels.

Meng Juntong's palm was already bulging with green tendons because of the over-tightness, and even the nails pierced into the palm of the palm, and he didn't notice the blood flowing out.

She began to realize what the wisp of spiritual consciousness that haunted her was, the karma left behind in this world by the evil master she had killed.

And now that I am sitting and forgetting to fall into a dream, karma is naturally reflected in the dream.

These sins did not permeate the world with the death of the Evil Gumaster.

The ritual continued, and the Gu Master Elder holding the Orchard Staff in his hand carefully put the blood-colored Gu worm hovering in his palm into a strangely shaped Gu cup.

This kind of Gu Cup, Meng Juntong, had once read about it in the classics of Shaohua Pavilion.

This kind of cup is called the Soul Gathering Cup, and it is a ghost magic weapon that can gather the ghosts and spirits between heaven and earth. Gathering the soul cup to refine the Gu with this, nine times out of ten the refining is a rare fierce ghost Gu in the world.

Meng Juntong's eyes were fixed on the Soul Gathering Cup, and the Witch Gu Clan Elder put the blood-colored Gu worm into the Soul Gathering Cup and handed it to one of the naked dancing men before.

The man knelt three times and bowed nine times to the elder, then got up and respectfully invited the Soul Gathering Cup to his hand.

The festival was not over at this point, and a man left the altar with the Soul Cup in his hand.

As the elder beckoned, someone behind him carried a virgin up to the altar.

The virgin was like the first child, and her eyes were hollow, and her face was not bloody.

Thinking about it, she had already been eaten up by Gu worms at this moment, and the last moment of her life was the moment when the sacrifice was completed.

There were still six men on the altar, that is, they had taken a total of seven children as sacrifices for Gu worms.

Meng Juntong's eyes were already faintly red, these demons in human skin were able to do such a hurtful thing.

Such a tribe deserves to be exterminated!

No, it would be too kind to simply let them die, and they must have tasted a hundred times more painful than these dead children, a thousand times more cruel.

"Kill them all, kill them all!" a ghost-like voice echoed in Meng Juntong's ears, and for the first time she was unconscious, she was unconsciously distracted.

This was the first time this had happened since she had practiced dreaming.

To be precise, it should be the second time, the last time was on the way to the Pure Spirit Terrace, and she was suddenly trapped by a nightmare in the Pure Spirit Lake, and that time the high priest of Vena Shu used a lightning bolt to wake her up.

But this time the situation is a little different from the last time, this time it is in Meng Juntong's own dream medium, it can be said that under her absolute control of the environment, she actually subconsciously tends to be driven by that voice.

Perhaps at this moment, she also has a strong hatred for the witch clan in her heart, and she also wants to kill these demons in human skin.

The Qingfeng sword in his hand trembled wildly, and then inch by inch it was removed from the scabbard.

Sen Leng's killing intent enveloped Meng Juntong's whole body, she had never been so eager to kill.

"Draw your sword, use your sword to get rid of these evils for this heaven and earth~!"

Meng Juntong's right hand kept trembling, even she noticed that at some point, her palm had pressed against the hilt of the Qingfeng Sword.

"As long as you wield your sword, these demons will be doomed, they will fall into the most terrible Infernal Hell, and they will be punished the most. ”

This time, Meng Juntong even muttered these words by herself, but her voice was not her usual voice at all.

"Juntong! no!" Suddenly, a thunderclap flashed in the void, and a crisp and ethereal woman's voice sounded in the deepest part of her mind.

Pranyayin!

Meng Juntong subconsciously took a step back, and his originally confused eyes suddenly regained their clarity.

Prajna Yin is one of the top merit secret techniques in the Shaohua Pavilion, and its effect is more subtle than that of the Divine Lightning, which can light a lamp in the dream realm and arouse people's hearts in this world.

The Buddha has a cloud, a thought of wisdom is like life, and a thought of foolishness is like absolute.

If it is the great wisdom of this world, a little spiritual light for all things in heaven and earth, and the realization of all sentient beings, you can see the true self.

The surrounding misty fantasy seemed to be drunk alive by this sound.

The priests of the witch clan on the altar, as well as a group of sacrificers, turned into misty clouds and dispersed.

Meng Juntong was still in the dense forest, but the previous haze had disappeared.

You can hear the birds singing in your ears, the fragrance of plants and trees in your nose, and the bright sunlight shining into the forest through the green shade at a glance, and everything around you exudes vitality.

Her mood returned to calm almost instantly, and the impression of a dream mark on her brow quietly appeared.

Not far away, a crimson flame floated from where the altar had previously been.

In the crimson flame, Meng Juntong felt a familiar power.

She snapped back to her senses and remembered the feeling.

The power of merit, this is the breath of the power of merit.

Previously, in Yang Chengwu's dream, she accepted the merit gift from the ancestor Shaohua wanderer Furong, which was the feeling.

"Mother?" For some reason, Meng Juntong subconsciously felt that the sound just now was made by her mother.

When practicing in Shaohua Pavilion, Meng Juntong heard the Holy Maiden of Yunzhu mention that there are less than ten Shaohua people who have cultivated Praruoyin in the past three hundred years, including her and Meng Juntong's mother Xiao Xiao.

"Mother!" Meng Juntong raised his voice again and shouted.

Still no response.

Looking at the flame of merit floating quietly in the void, Meng Juntong's eyes were slightly red.

"You're here, why don't you come out to see me? Do you know that Juntong is looking for you so hard, Juntong really misses you. Meng Juntong sobbed uncontrollably as he spoke: "Juntong knows, you are protecting me, mother, Juntong wants to take you home!"

Her cries echoed through the woods, and even the birds around her stopped chirping.

Somehow, Meng Juntong felt that the dream marks on her brow were slightly hot, and then the merit flame not far away floated towards her as if she had received some kind of force.

The crimson flame became extremely gentle, even if it was close to Meng Juntong's forehead, there was no burning sensation.

As the power of merit was completely integrated into the dream scars, Meng Juntong suddenly woke up from his dream, and the moment his eyes opened, the Ming Soul Ancient Lantern in his palm dispersed leisurely.