Dream Picking Records

It turned out that just now, Wang Xiao had already communicated with Fang Tianming in his heart. Now he was in control of this body and demonstrated some of his experiences and techniques to Wang Xiao.

The moment he took over, Fang Tianming had a general understanding of this body.

"It's a pretty good body, it can withstand such a huge amount of energy from me."

He has been in a state of a residual soul for thousands of years. Today, he can finally move around again. He is a little excited.

Qiu Sheng, who failed, became even more angry. All his men were here. If he couldn't even take down a young junior, how would he survive in the future? He might as well just kill himself.

As a result, Qiu Sheng and Fang Tianming started a back-and-forth battle, and every time Fang Tianming had a chance to injure Qiu Sheng severely, he would stop. Wang Xiao understood that this was Fang Tianming using the battle to demonstrate and teach him.

He was fully focused, observing every detail meticulously, the release of spiritual energy, the coordinated use of magic, and the most valuable thing was the long-lasting charm and artistic conception, which were of great benefit to the growth of a cultivator.

"That's unreasonable!"

After a long time of attack, Qiu Sheng couldn't hold back his face. What kind of demon fetus was this kid in front of him? He was so difficult to deal with. The key point was that he noticed that the other party was holding back. It was obvious that he was using him for training!

The middle-aged man with the Netherworld Blood Skull couldn't help but fly over and join the battle, staging a scene of a human and a demon joining forces to beat a young man.

Qiu Sheng suddenly felt relieved of pressure and regained confidence. But gradually he discovered something unusual again. Why were the three still fighting back and forth?

The opponent strolled leisurely, moving back and forth between the two people's encirclement, using all kinds of magic at will and performing them just right.

The soul-catching bat on the side went from being the initial troublemaker to being a spectator.

The old man glared at them, put down the three unconscious disciples, and joined the battle.

Qiu Sheng was delighted. How could this not defeat you?

However, the facts show that time will prove everything. After five hundred rounds of fighting, the opponent is still relaxed!

This is not treating them as human beings, although two of them are indeed not human beings.

The three of them stepped back and began to prepare their strongest attacks.

Among them, the old man from the Netherworld Blood Skeleton Clan wielded the same bone sword. In comparison, his sword was a hundred meters taller and was blessed by thousands of souls.

“You must watch the following move carefully. This is one of my master’s unique skills.” Fang Tianming remained calm as he imprinted a piece of information into Wang Xiao’s mind and used his body to perform this magic.

"The sun and the moon alternate, and the cycle repeats itself, going back in time!"

After he finished speaking, Fang Tianming simply waved his hand, and the powerful attacks from the three opponents all disappeared in an instant. The world became peaceful, as if nothing had ever happened.

"Ah, my cultivation? What did you do to me?"

Qiu Sheng's eyes turned red as he discovered that his cultivation had dropped to the Qi Controlling Realm in the blink of an eye. Decades of hard training had gone to waste and he became completely insane.

The old man had a keen sense of perception. When he realized something was wrong, he immediately turned around and ran away, without even caring about the people who were traveling with him.

Seeing this, Fang Tianming no longer held back, raised his finger and lightly tapped, three beams of light shot out and hit their foreheads accurately. He waved his hand again, and the three people who had lost their ability to move were pulled to his feet.

The people of the Soul-Catching Bat Clan seemed to have lost their souls and stood there stupidly.

"Oh shit!" Wang Xiao couldn't help but exclaim.

The matter was settled at this point, and he was still savoring the magical scene that had just happened.

Fang Tianming did not interrupt him until he finished his realization.

"Thank you, senior!" Wang Xiao expressed his gratitude sincerely, then he looked around and asked, "How are they handling it?"

"Let them talk to me and do some labor reform at the same time." The starry sky reappeared in the barren mountain, and all the people and monsters except the villagers were taken into the world inside the barren mountain.

Fang Tianming stared at the villagers nearby. They were the blood relatives of him and his fellow apprentices!

"Brother, are you okay?"

Yuanyuan opened her mouth in surprise, but she still ran over with Feng Tingjun to ask about his health. She said with a hint of doubt, "Hey, why do I feel that you, big brother, are more intimate?"

"Senior, this is your descendant." Wang Xiao fell silent after giving the reminder.

"I know."

Fang Tianming used Wang Xiao's body to gently stroke Yuanyuan's face and showed a loving smile.

"Oh, it's hard for the descendants of our brothers!"

Looking at the cute little guy in front of him, his heart ached. He raised his left hand, and a light red thread flew out of the barren mountain and melted into Yuanyuan's forehead.

"Big brother, what did you do? Yuanyuan felt like there were more words in her head, and she felt warm all over. It was so comfortable!"

Feng Tingyun saw it clearly this time, it was the power of blood returning to her body, and he also knew why Yuanyuan couldn't practice. At the same time, he was a little scared, because Wang Xiao's burning eyes were staring at him. Although there was no malice, anyone would feel uncomfortable if they were stared at like a treasure.

The fusion did not last long. After finishing all this, he left a mark in Wang Xiao's body and returned to the barren mountain.

"I have erased the relevant traces, and they will never find this place again. You can fuse this mark three times, and how much power you can exert depends on yourself. Remember, don't tell anyone about my existence."

"Farewell, senior. I will keep it in mind." Wang Xiao bowed deeply towards the barren mountain.

"Big brother, who are you talking to? You haven't answered my question yet, are you okay?"

"Don't worry, I'm fine, the bad guys have been chased away." Wang Xiao gently stroked her little head.

"Let's all go back first."

He stayed in the other space for only a short while, and when he came out, the sun was almost setting. He asked everyone to go back and told them that no one would come here to cause trouble again. The people in the village had a better impression of Wang Xiao and trusted his words inexplicably.

In the evening, Mr. Fang used Wang Xiao's ingredients to prepare a sumptuous meal again. Both the host and the guests were delighted, especially Feng Tingyun and Yuanyuan, who enjoyed the meal very much.

After dinner, Wang Xiao came to Mr. Fang's room and handed over the pieces of clothing he had picked up in the space. For a moment, Mr. Fang's eyes could not help but moisten.

"Thanks."

He took the fragments with trembling hands and stroked them gently. It was the fabric he bought himself and the clothes he sewed stitch by stitch, how could he not remember it.

In grief, Mr. Fang recalled Fang Zheng's jumping and crying as a child, his hard work to help him when he grew up, and the happy family life of the four after their marriage. But everything was broken, and now only the grandfather and grandson are left to depend on each other.

Wang Xiao looked sad and left the room silently.

Outside the house, Feng Tingyun was playing happily with Yuanyuan.

Soon after, Yuanyuan stopped playing and calmed down.

"Don't play, don't play."

"What's wrong Yuanyuan?"

"Yuanyuan is going to practice."

Her serious answer surprised Feng Tingjun. Even though no progress was seen, the little girl was still persisting. He was moved by her spirit.

The two stayed in the tavern for another two days, guiding Yuanyuan's practice every day. Yuanyuan, who had obtained the power of blood, had an ethereal and fairy-like temperament, and there was no longer a wall in front of her.

Wang Xiao did not choose to tell the truth to this tragic tribe. Perhaps living a stable life is also a kind of happiness.