Dream Picking Records

Unfortunately, there were only two people with the highest cultivation level among them, who were at the seventh level of Hedao, and it was difficult for a single individual to pose a threat to Wang Xiao. They were also very aware of this, so they naturally split into two groups, one group went forward to harass and deal with him, while the other group gathered together, and their positions seemed very particular.

"Array up!"

Two demon cultivators at the seventh level of Hedao shouted, and they stood in front of the demon group with their hands clasped together.

Wang Xiao was puzzled. Generally, it takes a long time for the disciples of a sect or a family to get used to each other before they can perform the formation. They are not from the same clan, so how can they know the formation?

While he was resisting the harassment, he could see that in the team behind him, the monsters were changing the marks on their hands and directing their spiritual energy. The spiritual energy of the different monsters was slowly gathering together and assimilated into an extremely huge energy. He estimated that most people in the early stage of the ninth level of Hedao would suffer a bitter defeat if they encountered it.

"Oh my god! Can a temporary team have such an effect?" Wang Xiao was surprised and it was hard not to doubt something.

Although their cooperation was a little awkward and they stumbled a little, no accidents happened and it seemed that they were going to succeed.

In addition to this, there was a force that was injected into the bodies of the two seventh-level monks and was being guided out through their bodies.

The two demons' faces flushed red, and it was obvious that it was not easy to bear this energy, and it was about to exceed the limit of their bodies' ability to bear. And this was the situation where they shared the burden.

Wang Xiao did not dare to be careless. He used his palm to repel the monsters around him, then quickly leaped to a high place, and the power of dragon and tiger roared out.

As the Azure Dragon and the White Tiger took shape, extreme pressure filled the world. Many of the monsters present trembled, with deep fear in their eyes. Some even almost lost their spiritual power.

"Is this... the Four Symbols Art of Heavenly Dao?"

Yan Rong narrowed his eyes slightly. Even though he didn't belong to the continent where Da Xia was, he knew very well how powerful this technique was. He didn't expect that someone else in the world would have mastered it. He felt a little scared again. If the other party used this trick against him from the beginning, would he still be able to survive?

Two huge figures of holy spirits stood there, like gods descending to earth, patrolling the world.

The demons in formation were under tremendous pressure, of course, more from their hearts. Fortunately, they were united at the moment, sharing the pressure with each other, otherwise the formation would probably break automatically.

This also reflects that they really don't know each other, and it is difficult for them to have the most needed firm will, unity, and common hatred of the enemy, and then be invincible and successful.

Two beams of light shot out, piercing through the void in an instant. Just as he guessed, the explosive power they displayed was difficult for cultivators who had just entered the ninth level of Hedao to resist.

"go."

Wang Xiao waved his right hand, and the two holy spirits swooped down towards them and collided with each other. In an instant, the wind and clouds surged, lightning and thunder roared, and the terrifying impact spread in all directions. All the monks along the way had broken bones and tendons, as if they were hit by a hammer. The black cracks stretched out tentacles, and the void was about to collapse.

The demon cultivators in the distance all held their breath, waiting for the result of the collision.

"boom!"

There was another explosion, and the collision between the two sides was settled.

The space returned to tranquility, the light beams of the magic circle disappeared, and the figure of the Holy Spirit became particularly faint, and it seemed that it had no strength to fight anymore.

Although Wang Xiao won, he was still shocked. He could sense that this was not the true power of this formation. In the correct situation, one person should bear all the energy of the formation, gather it in one body and then release it. At that time, the power of one plus one would definitely be greater than two.

The monsters in the formation looked up at the sky with pale faces. The previous attack almost exhausted their spiritual energy, while the human was looking down at them intact.

"What kind of monster are you?" a monster roared bravely.

Wang Xiao was stunned. He didn't expect him to ask this.

"Just an ordinary human cultivator."

"An ordinary human cultivator? Impossible. Which great sect or royal family are you from? What is your intention in going to Demon King Ridge?"

"Humph, you, as humans, actually broke into the Demon King Ridge and disregarded the agreement between the two races. Are you trying to provoke a war between the human and demon races?"

In addition to Wang Xiao, Zu Mengran on another battlefield almost beat back a monster with a single slap. The strength of the two men was beyond their expectations. Seeing that they could not defeat them, they brought up the agreement between the two tribes, but this was too far-fetched. How could a cultivator at the Hedao realm start a dispute between the two tribes?

He shook his head and said, "I just came in to take a look. I have no intention of making an enemy of you. The human and demon races have been at peace for a long time, and I don't want to cause any killing."

"You are killing people without any reason. Haha, you think too highly of yourself."

A cold voice came from a distance.

Wang Xiao looked closely and saw a woman in snow-white clothes walking towards him.

"Human?" he asked suspiciously.

"Don't lump me in with your inferior race!"

The woman had a very good appearance, but her face was as cold as an iceberg that never melted. When Wang Xiao was wondering about her race, she showed a very disgusted expression on her face, and her eyes were full of murderous intent.

"I am a member of the noble angel family."

"Angel?" Wang Xiao stared at her again and again, but could not see any difference between her and humans.

"What are you still standing there for? Hurry up and kill these two!"

"Reporting to Lady Linhan, we used the formation, but we are still no match for them."

The demon cultivator who was nearby spoke respectfully, even a little cautiously.

Wang Xiao became even more puzzled. Judging from their attitude, it seemed that the woman named Lin Han was not really a human, and she also had a very high status in the demon clan.

"You're useless. You can't even handle two humans. You might as well just commit suicide."

She said this coldly and then withdrew her gaze, no longer paying attention to the demon cultivator. She looked at the demon cultivator again with a look of relief on his face, and then he retreated to a distance.

"The angels are said to have extremely noble bloodlines. They are arrogant and think they are the descendants of gods. Since they look exactly like us, they hate us deeply. Since ancient times, they have always advocated war against us. Among the demons, they are also the ones who have killed the most of our people."

Zu Mengran came to Wang Xiao and explained. After listening, Wang Xiao's face immediately turned cold.

"Angel, haha, I think it's just a piece of shit that fell from the sky, and you think you're noble."

"What did you say? How dare you insult my people!"

"To say you are shit is a compliment to you. People like you are ignored by dogs, let alone being compared with us."

"you wanna die!"

Lin Han was furious. Who dared to talk to her like that on weekdays? Even the emperor of the demon race had to give them some leeway. Today, she was scolded to pieces by a cultivator of the human race. Her eyes were blazing with fire, and she sentenced Wang Xiao to death on the spot.