Dream Picking Records

The bloody smell of the corpses made Wang Xiao frown. This room was too tragic. Broken limbs and weapons were everywhere along the way. The corpses were piled up like a mountain, and the blood had spread and pooled to his heels.

Wang Xiao rushed to the front battlefield without stopping. Unexpectedly, there was "harmony" here, and people from all parties were sitting cross-legged here, as if they were thinking about something. Seeing the newcomer Murong Shang here, the people in charge of guarding all stood up, and the sound of drawing swords and knives followed, and the atmosphere was tense.

Wang Xiao stood there without moving, and found several familiar faces after observation - Ji De who was with a group of people, the lively and lovely Xia Qingling, and No. 10 who had returned to women's clothes. The top major forces in and outside the Luankong Realm and the demon clan were also here.

Wang Xiao thought to himself, "They actually attracted the royal family here. And that number 10 is not simple either. He is actually in the same team as Xia Qingling."

In the center of the venue there is a transparent square stone tablet, engraved with a battle formation diagram and a group of strange patterns. At first glance, they look like ghostly shapes, but when you look at them again, they are constantly moving and evolving, fascinating and mysterious.

Obviously, everyone here wants to find the laws of their movement and grasp the essence.

"Who are you? This is not a place for you to come. Leave immediately." The disciple on the outside pointed his spear at him and shouted.

Wang Xiao chuckled: "You don't recognize me?"

His self-righteous smile made many people's scalps tingle. He took a step forward, and the crisp sound of his footsteps made them faint.

This move alarmed some people, who closed their eyes and meditated after recognizing him. Whoever provokes this person will be in trouble, as long as it is not their business.

Sure enough, some people saw their disciples being bullied and stood up on the spot to save their face.

"Not everyone can comprehend the formation diagram. Take my three moves first."

In order to avoid causing dissatisfaction among those who were meditating, the man flashed to Wang Xiao and clenched his left hand to grab his throat.

Wang Xiao was not afraid and stretched out his right hand to meet the attack.

"what!"

The man's fingers were bent and twitching and could no longer be straightened, and Wang Xiao kicked him away.

After a little fuss, he picked a seat and sat down. Before he could even warm up, the people around him stood up and moved away from him.

"It's good to be alone. It's quiet."

The patterns of the array are constantly changing. It is useless to just memorize them. You can only rely on your own comprehension. Anything you gain is a matter of chance.

Wang Xiao glanced at the stone tablet, and in just a moment, thousands of spaces overlapped and pressed down. Mountains, rivers, clouds, sun, moon, and stars, each had a corner pieced together to form a magnificent and fantastic world.

The shock came and went quickly, and just as he was about to walk out of the dream and comprehend it with his heart, the authority of the Tao - the flower of space emerged on its own, and the complex and profound spiritual symbols were captured one by one, leaving dynamic tracks in his heart.

The symbol did not resist, but instead had a sense of intimacy as if it were in the arms of its parents, actively showing its own mystery.

It took a long time for enlightenment, and two days passed quietly. During this time, the winners of the weapon portal entered here one after another, most of them with regretful expressions.

"The weapon of the Space Saint is indeed missing, eh."

"Although it is a mortal-level weapon, it is at least at the peak of the holy weapon level. What a pity."

……

As he recorded more and more, the patterns on the stone tablet became less lively and gradually dimmed.

Many people who were meditating noticed the abnormality. They looked at each other and found that everyone had a confused look on their faces.

As the last symbol was captured, the pattern on the stone tablet completely lost its luster, the symbols no longer evolved, and they also lost the opportunity to comprehend.

"Which fellow Taoist performed a great trick?" A big shot finally couldn't bear it anymore and shouted angrily.

Wang Xiao was satisfied and looked around guiltily, but there was no evidence pointing to him.

"No one admits it? That's great. Since no one can comprehend it anyway, it's time to settle the grudges we have made."

The bearded uncle had a bad temper and asked his disciple for weapons.

"Chen Hong?"

The weapon was not handed over for a long time, and he turned his head away in anger. The disciple named Chen Hong sat on the ground with his eyes closed and did not react at all.

"Why is the soul gone?"

"Don't look at me, it's none of my business."

The boy who looked like a child spoke. There was a cinnabar dot between his eyebrows. He had delicate features, red lips and white teeth. His appearance was far from his cold tone.

"Yuan Ying Saint Child, who else besides you can kill a person's soul without being seen? Do you really think I am easy to bully?"

The young man became impatient and murderous, a flash of light appeared between his eyebrows, and the bearded uncle fell straight down.

"Jiang Liang, wake up!"

"Li Xin, Li Xin!"

……

As the calls increased, people had to accept the fact that nearly half of the people had lost their souls, and only an empty shell remained.

The Yuanying Holy Child immediately became the target of public criticism.

The boy frowned, "Since you think I did it, then it was me."

"Humph, even though you are ranked first on the freshman list, there are so many fellow practitioners here now, they will definitely kill you!"

"You are such a despicable person, you only dare to hide in a crowd and speak nonsense."

The young man pulled out an ordinary middle-aged man by the hand.

"What are you going to do?" The middle-aged man looked terrified. He sat on the ground unable to move and could only ask others for help.

"My fellow comrades, are you going to let the devil go on a killing spree?"

"Killing you will dirty my hands." The young man stepped on his qi sea to destroy his cultivation, and kicked him away with another kick.

"They are definitely not holy children." An old man observed them carefully and said, "Their souls must have been lost in space while they were meditating."

Recalling the dream space that their souls entered when they first comprehended the stone tablet, more and more people agreed with the old man's words.

"The scriptures left by the Space Saint are indeed unusual."

A charming figure appeared silently in front of the stone tablet, and was about to take it. A golden energy suddenly attacked, blocking the person and the stone tablet. It was Qing Chengsheng of the Qingjinpeng clan, with flying golden hair and extremely confident.

The black shadow retreated as soon as it was exposed and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

"If no one is there, I will accept it with pleasure."

Qing Chengsheng stood with his hands behind his back, full of vigor and vitality, quite like his ancestors' style.

"Almost." The Nascent Soul Saint Child said indifferently.

"?"

Everyone was confused and felt something was wrong.

"Yuanying Holy Child, what do you mean?" Xiao Sheng stood up.

The Yuanying Saint Child chose to ignore his words.

"Liu Yanyan is the beauty of heaven, Murong Shang is the spirit of dragon, Qiu Qiansheng is the abyss of earth, Ye Mozhan is the underworld, and Zhao Yinlian is the fire of karma."

As soon as the words fell, figures stood out from the crowd one after another, and the sound of people gasping for air was heard continuously. The names called were all those ranked in the top ten of the freshman list.

Xiao Sheng was annoyed at being ignored but he didn't dare to get angry. He really couldn't afford to offend these people!

"What else do you want from me?" Wang Xiao was stunned, but still stood up.

Zhao Yinlian asked in a voice transmission: "Aren't you going to wait for the Four Chaos Devils?"

"No problem, it's OK with the five of us."

The Nascent Soul Holy Child raised his hand and sacrificed a magic stone. A huge magic circle appeared, covering the sky and the sun, enveloping the entire space.

Tian Mei, Di Yuan, Ming Luo, and Ye Huo stood at the three main centers and one of the five secondary centers of the magic circle, and spiritual energy was continuously supplied to it.

"The Great Demon Blood Sacrifice Formation!"

Everyone at the scene was in panic, and some of them had experienced big scenes. Only Siqin's group was relatively calm. Xia Qingling and No. 10 were guarded by a group of people in the center.