Meng Juntong floated up and down in the bottom space of the illusion, although he had already stood up straight, his mind still had not been able to stabilize.

"Meng Juntong, do you know that you are wrong!" a thick and deep man's voice exploded in the underlying dream.

Meng Juntong felt very unfamiliar with that voice, but the other party seemed to know him.

Now that I am in a state of silence, I can't ask anything at all.

If she wants to know what she is wrong, she really doesn't understand what she did wrong.

In the recorded history of Shaohua, the technique of group dreams has been used more than once.

At the beginning, the big dreamer who saved millions of people in a city with a group dream technique was not also guided by dreams and group dreams as a line, connecting all the millions of city residents together.

There was a hint of stubbornness in Meng Juntong's eyes, even if he was not capable enough to forcibly cast the group dream technique, even if he was unsuccessful, it should not be regarded as a fault.

Right now, she is at the bottom of the dream realm set by the dreamer's predecessor, and none of her thoughts and thoughts will be spied on by the other party.

"You really don't know what you are doing wrong, Meng Huaijin has been humble all his life, but he didn't expect that giving birth to a daughter is such a rebellious and ignorant person. ”

The man's words were fierce, and when he heard it, a great anger surged in Meng Juntong's heart.

She doesn't care what she says, but how can she bring her father!

Thinking of his father, who was seriously injured in front of Shaohua Pavilion and was still uncertain about his life and death, a trace of tears lingered in Meng Juntong's eyes.

She violently mobilized all the dream rivers in the sea of divine consciousness, and desperately ran into the forbidden word spell locked on her soul.

This practice is very dangerous, and the power that spills out of a bad way can easily hurt her soul body.

Meng Juntong's madness obviously frightened the senior in the Taoist clothes.

"Stop!" he immediately withdrew Meng Juntong's forbidden spell, and at the same time applied a spiritual barrier between Meng Juntong's mind and soul.

The tumultuous Dream Galaxy washed over the spiritual barrier like an inverted torrent.

Despite this, Meng Juntong's face was still pale for a while.

However, all the confinement on her body completely disappeared at this moment, and the Taoist dreamer shouted angrily: "You are crazy, is it possible that you want to lose your soul." ”

Before the Taoist finished speaking, he suddenly saw a treasure pen of divine light appear in Meng Juntong's hand.

"Vientiane Magic Brush!" the Taoist couldn't help but gasp.

He suddenly realized what Meng Juntong was going to do, but he didn't want to stop it.

This little girl seems to be holding a grudge, and she wants to let her words and deeds that she has just offended her father be punished.

Now at the bottom of the Taoist's dream, Meng Juntong's every move falls in his eyes, and no detail can escape his lock.

"The dragon and the tiger leap over the world, the rivers, the seas, the mountains and the forests all bow their heads! The big dream is true, in my body, draw the dream as a tiger, and devour the nightmare Zhenkun!

This is the second time that Meng Juntong has used the technique of painting dreams and souls after coming to the world.

The last time she faced her grandmother Yun Shu, in the dream built by Yun Shu, she had personally pointed to the essence of Meng Juntong's dream painting soul.

That time, although Meng Juntong drew a tiger, he failed to give the tiger an eye.

And after that, she saw Yun Shu draw a real dragon with the same dream painting soul technique, and put the finishing touch, and the dragon walked the thunder.

After this time, Meng Juntong had a deeper understanding of painting dreams and souls.

Of course, there are not many opportunities to use such dream magic ultimates, and even if you are fighting against others, many dream techniques must be performed in dreams, whether in other people's dreams or your own dreams.

This will only have to wait until she enters the fifth illusion realm and can open the dream battlefield anytime and anywhere, and these dreams will have an obvious combat effect.

But now that she was in the dream of the robe weaver, she didn't have to bother so much.

A colorful tiger has been completely outlined in a few strokes of Meng Juntong's pen.

Compared with the last time he painted the tiger, Meng Juntong has made great progress in terms of the flow of dream power, the improvement of the spiritual power of Dream Xinghe, and the proficiency of his skills.

In the blink of an eye, the tiger has been painted, only the two eyes in the eyes have not yet been illuminated.

"Edict!" Meng Juntong shouted again, retracted his arms, and then reached out again to point out the pen, and with a flick, two small ink balls fell on the invisible scroll where the tiger was.

In an instant, an earth-shattering tiger roar sounded in the entire underlying space of the dream realm.

A mighty tiger leapt down from the void and roared angrily at the robed dreamweaver.

The man in the robe looked up and down at the tiger that painted his soul in a dream, and his eyes showed a look of appreciation.

There are also people who are Shaohua, and there are a few people who don't know the difficulty of painting dreams and souls.

At Meng Juntong's age, it can be said that it is rare since ancient times to be able to draw a tiger with such divine might. With such a dream talent, I'm afraid even the Holy Maiden Yunzhu in the Shaohua Pavilion would be amazed.

However, the Dao Robe Dream Weaver did not sit still, although he could feel Meng Juntong's anger, but Meng Juntong had no killing intent towards him.

I saw his robe swinging slightly, and there was no pen in his hand, but he used his fingers as a pen, muttering in his mouth.

"The dragon of the four seas is respected, the eight desolations are like Hongli, one stroke is a condensing dragon, one is out of the elephant body, the dragon and the elephant are born in two knots, and there is domineering through the ages!

The Taoist did not paint dreams and souls, but wrote a golden talisman from top to bottom.

And at this moment, the divine tiger had already swooped towards the Dao robed man.

Seeing that the tiger's claws were about to slap on the man's body, Meng Juntong had already intended to let the tiger avoid the man's vital point, otherwise he would be slapped with a claw, and he might be separated from his soul.

However, less than a finger's distance from the golden talisman nearby, suddenly an elephant's trunk slammed out, slamming straight into the torso of the tiger's body.

The huge painted tiger was directly pumped out horizontally for dozens of miles.

The condensed tiger body drawn out of the painting actually faded a lot under this blow.

Meng Juntong was a little stunned, she was already quite confident in her current dream painting and soul painting technique, even if she met a dreamer who was one realm higher than herself, she would never be crushed by the other party in the dream realm.

But now it's clear that the two are not at the same level of power.

"Do you want to fight again?" the man in the robe looked at Meng Juntong with a playful expression.

Meng Juntong gritted his teeth, and the Vientiane magic pen summoned in his hand waved again, the power of physical merit was aroused, and between the strokes of the pen, a dragon body gradually appeared.

The dragon elephant is powerful, the dragon and tiger are mighty, Meng Juntong is actually ready to draw the tiger and draw the dragon again!