Dream Picking Records

Gradually, the shouting in this world was replaced by the endless turning of the millstone.

The calm outside world was waiting and competing. Unlike the fierce opening, where more than half of the players were eliminated right away, only a few people withdrew after an hour.

"Master Xue, this ended too quickly. What benefit could they get?" An elder from the sect asked with concern as he helped a disciple who had just entered and came out.

"The benefits are proportional to the length of time you persist. The longer you persist, the greater the rewards. No rewards can only prove that you lack talent." Xue Ningyue pointed out the key point mercilessly, leaving the other party speechless.

"Who do you think can hold on to the end?" someone brought up the topic after a short silence.

"Needless to say, it must be Sima Jinghong from Jinghong Academy. Whether in terms of realm, cultivation, or concentration, he is the best choice."

The leader of Jinghong Academy was the grandfather of the man with kidney deficiency. Hearing the compliments from the people around him, he stroked his beard and raised his head, looking very satisfied.

"In my opinion, the boy who pointed out the problem with the guqin yesterday also has great potential."

"Have you forgotten the Second Prince of Da Xia? Rumor has it that he and his sister both have a rare and special physique."

Someone with a curious mind asked Xue Ningyue, "I wonder what the highest record in your sect's history is?"

Xue Ningyue stretched out her jade hand and made the number seven.

"Seven hours?"

Xue Ningyue shook her head, "Seven days."

The white heads could no longer sit still. The disciples who had woken up fainted again after hearing the news, not knowing whether they were ashamed or because of the lingering pain.

A day passed in the time it takes to meditate in the outside world, but inside this space, a day felt like a year.

People in the Holy Realm were eliminated in twos and threes, including Yang Lei.

But they were pleasantly surprised to find that after being "severely hit" by the millstone, their condition was much better.

"Illusion?"

In the mysterious space, under the millstone, Wang Xiao's broken soul tried to stay awake, and his numb nerves thought about various things to prevent blackouts. Although his body had been ground into pieces. Reason told him that once he lost consciousness, he would have to say goodbye to the opportunity in this space. Now it was a competition of willpower, and he had to hold on until the moment when the level disappeared.

Perhaps it realized that someone was still supporting it, a flame appeared out of nowhere in the center of the millstone.

"Sizzle." The blood and flames ignited upon contact and spread outward like a prairie fire. The gaps in the millstone were filled with fire, and every survivor could not escape the roasting of the fire.

Wang Xiao just felt warm. The intensity of this flame was a piece of cake for him who was used to the sea of ​​fire behind the "Lian" sect. Now it appeared and gave his tired spirit a gentle massage.

Others were not as calm as him. Their flesh and blood were crushed and burned, and they felt their minds were about to be roasted.

The raging fire burned for a day and a night, leaving only Sima Jinghong and two other disciples, a man and a woman, from Jinghong Academy, Youyue and Shen Lian from Youyue Sect, Xiao Sheng from Xuanyin Sect and his charming junior sister. There were two people from other sects in the Northern Territory, as well as the independent cultivators Zhao Zhiming and Zhan Xuan, who were still holding on.

Wang Xiao and Ji De's group were in good condition, and Xia Daoling and Li Jingkong were also fine.

"You're going to be roasted!" Feng Tingjun cursed, and from the sound of his voice, one could tell that there was nothing wrong with him.

After two days, the millstone still showed no sign of stopping. Instead, an unknown liquid dripped from it, carrying a corrosive and icy smell.

Liquid flowed in from the hole, extinguishing the fire. Instead, a chill chilled the heart. The alternation of hot and cold made their minds stiff. The people from other sects in the Northern Territory could no longer bear it.

In his current state, Wang Xiao could still feel that every inch of his flesh and blood was like being thrown into the extremely cold deep sea, with countless insects gnawing at his soul.

Another whole day passed, and the male disciples of Jinghong Academy could not hold on any longer. Shen Lian and the enchanting woman also showed signs of defeat.

On the fourth day, a cold wind blew in the space, blowing their flesh and blood through the gaps. The sharp wind blades were cutting, trying to separate them from the millstone.

Just like that, Shen Lian and the enchanting girl were blown away, and Zhan Xuan and Zhao Zhiming were also taken away one after another and returned to the outside world.

Starting from the fifth day, Xia Qingling and Feng Tingyun could no longer hold on due to their young age.

After Xia Qingling went out, the guardian old man caught her, and while transferring spiritual energy to her, he checked her physical condition and was very satisfied that she could hold on for so long.

Yang Wei and the people who stayed to watch the show were envious and jealous. Xia Qingling and the others understood why Feng Tingjun, a nameless kid, could survive until the fifth day?

Feng Tingyun chose to give them a small back of the head.

"I never thought that two independent cultivators could persist to this point. Lingxian Pavilion is expected to accept two good seedlings."

Some people's eyes are jealous, and some people's mouths are about to be crooked with laughter.

The elders behind Xue Ningyue didn't say anything, but in fact they were thinking about what conditions to use to keep them. Therefore, when Zhan Xuan and Zhao Zhiming came out, several elders immediately stepped forward to express their concern. They secretly sent messages to ask if they were interested in joining. After receiving a positive answer, their brows relaxed, their faces lit up with smiles, and they instantly looked ten years younger.

Finally, the moment came when the millstone disappeared. Under the control of his mind, Wang Xiao's flesh and blood were attracted and combined into a complete body. After a simple stretch of his muscles and bones, he was pleasantly surprised to find that his mental thinking was more open, and his control and cognition of himself had been further improved.

He looked around. Sima Jinghong was the number one genius in Jinghong Academy and had cultivated an immortal golden body. His strength was unquestionable. Xia Daoling was the strongest among the princes of Daxia and had the greatest hope of inheriting the throne. There were also Li Jingkong and his sister, who were equally outstanding, but they were still calm, showing their extraordinary talents.

"Boom!"

Thunder suddenly appeared, and the roar in the sky reminded everyone that the test was still going on.

Wang Xiao was ready for battle. As someone who had been struck by lightning, he had some experience. At the same time, he was a little excited because he had practiced the Incomplete Nine Thunder Technique. He felt that he could take this opportunity to improve himself.

Clouds rolled in the sky, lightning flashed, and the clouds were stained purple. Thunder struck down in patches, covering every corner. There was no escape, only resistance on one's own.

The big sun above Sima Jinghong's head absorbed all the thunder, and Xia Daoling's body was filled with dragon energy, and he and the Thunder Snake were fighting each other.

Everyone present used what they had learned to resist, but only Wang Xiao chose to resist with his body.

"You're trying to kill yourself, brother!" Jide was horrified, thinking he was going to give up.

There was a reason why he didn't use his magic. With his experience, he felt that the current strength of Thunder was completely acceptable. So he opened his arms and gave Thunder a hug. To others, this was courting death.

Amidst the loud bang, lightning flashed across the sky, and Wang Xiao's entire body turned black.

"Fuck? How could this happen?"

Wang Xiao was stunned, and the others watched in astonishment. How could someone who had come to this point be such a fool?

"Logically speaking, there should be no problem with my physical body." Wang Xiao was unwilling to give up and used his body to block the attack again.

"Cough cough!" He exhaled white smoke and finally confirmed that they were not their real bodies now. This was not just an illusion, but their spirits were extracted the moment they entered the space.

Fortunately, his spirit was strong enough, and he was not broken after two hits. Wang Xiao grimaced in pain, and the aroma of barbecue emanated from his dark skin.