Dream Picking Records

"Waste." Pan Chengfeng said coldly.

Sima Jinghong could be said to be the most powerful existence in his camp. Although he was dead, Pan Chengfeng did not panic. He just took a closer look at the black tripod in the formation collecting the glazed tower.

The void trembled, and an invisible killing sword pierced towards the back of Wang Xiao's head with lightning speed.

“Can’t hold it in any longer?” Wang Xiao sneered, and with a wave of Dahei, a sound of something breaking was heard in the air.

"Clap clap clap."

A man in plain clothes walked out of the void. He looked like an ordinary person and no one would notice him if he was thrown into a crowd. There was no aura of a cultivator at all.

"Although I was on guard, the fact that you were able to break my sword shows how powerful you are. You are indeed the overlord who killed everyone in the chaotic sky world. Your spatial skills are superb. The assassination that our Holy Pavilion is proud of has no effect on you."

"Sir, have you shown up just to praise me?" Wang Xiao did not underestimate him and looked at him carefully.

"When the selection was over that day, you were the one who took action in Daxia Imperial City."

"Brother Daoist, you have a keen eye. It is indeed me, Xue Can." The man's name was Xue Can, and he smiled simply.

"Xue Mou... Are you the Holy Son of the Holy Pavilion? What is the relationship between you and Xue Fu Tu?"

Xue Can's expression did not change, but he paused before saying, "The status of the Holy Son is sacred, but unfortunately I am not one of them. As for Xue Fu Tu, he is just a competitor, so it's okay to tell you. But I am very curious, where did you get this name?"

"Bandit Mountain." Wang Xiao said only two words.

"Feishan... was Xuefutu killed by you?"

"Yes."

"You are the fake Murong Bawang!" Xue Can was shocked and reacted immediately.

Xue Fu Tu was equally matched with him, and the two of them were each other's biggest obstacles on the road to becoming the Holy Son. If he could defeat Xue Fu Tu, then he himself would certainly not be the opponent of the other party.

Xuecan didn't think twice and used his magical skill of hiding his shadow to escape into the void.

"Haha, you are worthy of being Old Wang. Just by reporting a name, he scared away the candidate for the Son of God of some crappy Holy Pavilion!" Bai Zhu shouted, to boost his morale.

Pan Chengfeng's eyes were extremely gloomy and he cursed a thousand times in his heart.

Wang Xiao was stunned for a moment, but unfortunately, in front of someone who had mastered the art of hiding and the way of space, his true form was exposed and he had nowhere to hide. So his figure also disappeared.

Xue Can was in a panic. He had just run two steps when he smelled danger. When he turned around, he found Wang Xiao following him.

"How do you know our invisibility magic!?"

This is the supreme magical power on which they depend for survival. Even if the assassination fails, they can use it to escape. How come this guy can also do it?

"Have you forgotten what the Murong family is best at?" Wang Xiao reminded.

"Do unto others as you would have them do unto you... No, you are playing tricks on me!" Xue Can wanted to curse. His last name was Wang and he had nothing to do with the Murong family.

"Overlord... Overlord Murong..." Pan Chengfeng realized it later, his face was so gloomy that water could be squeezed out of it. The person who rejected him twice now jumped out again to hinder his good deeds.

Not only was Sima Jinghong beheaded, but the assassins from the Holy Pavilion were also unable to do anything to him and fled without a fight.

Unfortunately, Xue Can was facing Wang Xiao. When he felt timid, he was destined to be unable to leave this space.

With the help of the Hidden Shadow Skill, the Thunder Stepping Skill and the Way of Space, Wang Xiao caught up with him in an instant and blocked all his routes.

"open!"

Xue Can was so frightened that his heart and liver turned cold when he heard Wang Xiao's angry shout. He watched the other party's golden fist falling on his head but he was powerless to resist.

Under normal circumstances, his domain could temporarily freeze the body of a healthy cultivator, but it would be much easier to do so if the target was so frightened that he was almost dead.

Wang Xiao raised his foot and kicked his body to pieces again. He relaxed only after confirming that Xuecan was completely dead.

He took a deep breath of spiritual energy and fixed his eyes on Pan Chengfeng.

Pan Chengfeng felt like a thorn in his side. After exchanging palm strikes with Xia Daoling, he immediately gathered everyone and retreated to the front of the magic circle.

The glutton on the black tripod opened its chaotic mouth and released a terrifying suction force. The glazed pagoda on the setting sun had revealed most of its body and was about to completely break away.

"How long will it take?" Pan Chengfeng asked the air anxiously.

When everyone was puzzled, ripples appeared beside the magic circle, and a hunchbacked old man appeared, wrapped in a brown cloak.

"Haha, normally it will take another half an hour." His voice sounded like it came from the underworld, making people shudder.

Pan Chengfeng understood his hidden meaning and said, "Use whatever method you have."

"hehe!"

The old man stretched out a pair of dead wood-like hands from under his cloak and slowly made a special hand seal.

"puff!"

A blood mist rose from the magic circle, and all the monks died instantly.

The floating spiritual essence melted into the black cauldron under the guidance of the magic circle, and the fierce light of Taotie became stronger. It roared, as if it had crossed the primitive universe and descended into the world. It opened its mouth and sucked, and the crumbling pagoda shook even more violently. Large pieces of flowing fire fell, covering the entire space, and each one was equivalent to the full force attack of a cultivator in the late stage of the Hedao realm.

However, this was not the most terrifying thing. As the tower tilted downward, a huge hole appeared above it, and began to spread in all directions from this center.

With a loud bang, the sky collapsed and the earth turned upside down. The world was about to cease to exist, and an endless ocean poured into this place through cracks and holes.

Wang Xiao and Bai Shu stood together. Ning Ruowei was seriously injured and was supported by Yan Xinmo. As Pan Chengfeng said, King Qianwu was an undercover agent planted by them, and all the relevant information was passed on by him.

Li Jingkong and Li Jingyi, brother and sister, got rid of the two strong men and came to their side.

"We can thank them later. We must not let them get the pagoda now."

Xia Daoling nodded to thank everyone, and then a red light appeared in his hand, which was also a specially refined forbidden weapon.

"hehe!"

The old man in brown robe also felt the special aura. He waved his hand in front of him and a light net blocked the way between him and Pan Chengfeng. The small sword that was shooting towards him was cut into hundreds of pieces after passing through the light net.

"Although the material of the forbidden weapon is not top-notch, it is second only to the material of the holy weapon. How could it be cut into pieces so easily?" Li Jingkong frowned.

"Let me try. Although my broken sword is no longer as powerful as it once was, the material it is made of is of genuine holy weapon quality." Zhong Mo stepped out from the crowd holding the half-broken magic sword.

"I'll help you." Bai Shu put his hand on Zhong Mo's back and transferred his spiritual energy into his body, then sighed: "It's a pity that the complete holy weapon cannot be brought in."

It turned out that his red-gold lotus platform was a replica of a Buddhist one.

Siqin took out the ancient zither. Its material was ordinary, but due to its special nature, even a saint could not break it.