Dream Picking Records

Wujing stood there calmly, as if nothing had happened.

Wang Xiao couldn't help but have some doubts about him. What kind of Buddhism was this monk practicing?

"Mr. Murong, what are you looking at me doing? If you have anything to ask him, please do so now, before he loses consciousness." Wujing noticed his gaze and turned around with a smile.

Wang Xiao glanced at Zhang Shicheng's condition and said, "It's hard to get anything out of him if we ask him like this. Let's just read his memory directly."

Just as he was controlling his mental power to invade Zhang Shicheng's soul, a silver needle flew from a distance and accurately pierced the forehead of Zhang Shicheng, who was kneeling on the ground begging for mercy. Zhang Shicheng died on the spot.

Wang Xiao paused, turned around and stared at the old man in black robe who appeared quietly in the air with an unfriendly look on his face.

Zhang Shicheng's son Zhang Youliang also rushed back and burst into tears when he saw his father's body lying on the ground.

"You are such a jerk, Wang Xiaoyu. My father treated you like his own son, but you teamed up with two outsiders to murder him! Zhang San and Li Si, quickly lead your men to kill them and avenge my father!"

Wang Xiaoyu recalled the look of his second uncle and felt a pang of pain in his heart. He still couldn't believe that his second uncle, who had always been so caring towards him, could be so cruel and kill his eldest brother, his father.

"Where are the people? You bunch of bastards, did you all run away at the critical moment?" Zhang Youliang shouted for a long time, but no one paid attention to him, and he became very angry.

"Okay, stop shouting. They have killed all the people." The man in black robe said lightly in an old voice.

When Zhang Youliang heard this, he was so frightened that his whole body trembled, his legs went weak and he sat down on the steps.

"Oh, they are all garbage."

The man in black robe stood up and walked towards Wang Xiao and the other two slowly as if he was strolling in the garden.

"You killed my important spokesperson in Daoshan. How are you going to compensate me?"

"You killed my important clue. How are you going to compensate me?"

The old man in black robe stared at Wang Xiao with his gloomy eyes. Suddenly he laughed again, but the sound was too creepy.

"Haha, it's been a long time since anyone dared to speak to me in this tone. I think it's not easy for you two to practice at such a young age. How about you become my disciples? I promise you will have a bright future and endless wealth and glory!"

Wang Xiao and Wujing took a step forward and blocked Wang Xiaoyu behind them, confronting each other.

"You? You've just broken through to the Hedao realm and you're almost buried, yet you dare to speak so arrogantly. You're really disrespectful to your elders and shameless."

"Amitabha, I feel that you and Buddha have a connection, so I will help you to be liberated today and achieve a good result."

"Little thing, you are looking for death!"

The old man in black robe took off his hat, revealing a pale face, sparse yellow hair, and a few shaky teeth.

The old man threw out a weapon made of crystal white bones and human skin - the Evil Spirit Banner.

"Lonely ghosts, listen to my call!"

In an instant, the huge Zhang Mansion was shrouded in dark clouds. Thick smoke mixed with smelly evil water spread on the plain, and the footsteps and roars of unknown creatures were heard everywhere.

Zhang Youliang, who was huddled aside in shock, had never seen such a scene before and could only cry helplessly. After a few seconds, his voice disappeared, his black and white eyes were filled with gray, and his mouth opened and closed mechanically.

The two men looked serious and did not dare to be careless. Although they said they looked down on the other party, the other party was actually standing on the steps of the Hedao realm.

"The Buddha entrusted Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva with great sincerity to save all sentient beings in the future..."

Wujing recited the Ksitigarbha Sutra, hoping to use it to liberate the evil ghosts and lonely souls attracted by the evil spirit banner.

"Donor Murong, don't you know the Taoist Sutra of Saving People?"

Wang Xiao looked embarrassed. He had just entered the Qitian Taoist sect and had been busy studying various classics. He had no time to study Taoist classics.

"My fellow Taoist's Ksitigarbha Sutra is enough. I have other means."

"Humph, I want to see what you can do."

The old man scratched his palm with his fingernail, and blood dripped out. The ghost that was originally bound by the Ksitigarbha Sutra and was being saved began to struggle violently and became more manic.

Wang Xiao snapped his fingers, and several bolts of lightning descended from the sky, piercing through the dark clouds and striking the struggling ghost's body. Waves of foul odors accompanied by black smoke rose from the ghost's body.

The old man's eyes were bloodshot and he felt distressed. Because ghosts were consumables, they would be gone if they were scattered. But now he had no choice but to summon more ghosts to overwhelm them in terms of quantity.

"I will refine you into ghost generals and keep you from reincarnation forever to make up for my loss!"

Wang Xiao saw that thunder really had miraculous effects, so he kept practicing the Nine Thunders. Ghosts felt thunder like mice meeting cats, and they were naturally afraid. At this time, he was like a god descending to the earth, constantly summoning thunder to purify the filth of heaven and earth.

On the other hand, the ghosts that were liberated by Wujing did not completely dissipate in the world. Instead, some of their essence turned into nutrients and entered his body.

Wang Xiao, who discovered this scene, realized that what Wujing was performing was not just the Ksitigarbha Sutra!

The old man was unlucky. He didn't expect that the two young men had mastered the magic technique to control ghosts.

Finally the dark clouds dissipated and the sky became clear again.

The aura of the evil spirit banner disappeared, and it turned into an ordinary object. The old man picked it up, regretted it, and then faced the two with his terrifying face.

"You were lucky just now. Killing you would be as easy as crushing an ant for me!"

The old man released all his aura and locked them both in place. They felt that there was an invisible force between the heaven and earth. This was the reason why the strong men in the Hedao realm surpassed the Guiyuan realm - the power of the Dao principle.

For this reason, entering the Hedao realm can mark a cultivator’s advancement on the path of cultivation, but for a cultivator on the path of the Great Dao, it is only the first step.

Fortunately, the old man had just entered this realm and had not yet stabilized, otherwise they would have had no choice but to turn around and run.

"The seventh level of Guiyuan. Ha, I'll start with you."

The old man's figure was as elusive as a ghost. In a flash, his skinny fingers covered Wang Xiao's head.

Seeing his arrogant behavior, Wang Xiao sneered and raised his fist to meet him without hesitation.

The old man's skinny fingers broke into pieces as his fists and fingers met each other in shock. Fortunately, he reacted quickly and was not stuck by Wang Xiao, otherwise it would not be as simple as losing a hand.

The two of them would not let go of such a rare opportunity. Wang Xiao quickly launched the Demon Slayer Sect's Myriad Demons. The old man was in a trance, and thousands of phantoms appeared in front of him, holding weapons and cutting his body.

"Taiping Shenyu!"

Wang Xiao felt that it was not enough, so he used this technique with all his strength.

At the same time, Wujing chanted the Six-Syllable Mantra.

"Om!"

With the divine light and the Buddhist sound, the old man felt that his spirit was about to disperse, and the great pain in his spirit was also transmitted to his body. He couldn't help but twitch on the spot.

In his blurred vision, Wang Xiao raised his bright fist and was about to hit his abdomen. If he was hit by this punch, he would most likely be crippled. Knowing this, he tried his best to set up a layer of light curtain to resist with difficulty.

The result is that he loses sight of the other. On the other side, Wu Jing has a sun on his head, emitting the sacred Buddha nature. However, the old man felt that the other party was more like a killing god, licking his bloodthirsty lips and smiling at him.

At this time, he was unable to resist the mental torture.

"Prajna Palm, Great Compassion Palm, Extinction Fist."

Wujing made three more holes on the old man's body after he was hit. Wang Xiao followed up with two more punches.

The old man's chest was transparent and blood was gushing out. It was obvious that he was dying.

He decisively gave up his body, and his soul tried to escape but was blocked by the two men. The old man's soul struggled desperately, but after being bombarded by the Myriad Demons, the Great Peace Divine Guard, and the Buddhist Sound, his soul had long lost much vitality, and soon stopped moving.

It's a pity that such a strong man who had just stepped into the Hedao realm fell into the hands of two juniors.

"Don't you understand that even a lion will use all its strength to fight a rabbit?"

Wang Xiao stared at the silent old man and said.

"Who sent you?"

"..."

"Is it Master Pan?"

The subconscious fluctuations of the old man's soul made Wang Xiao confirm the answer. The old man thought that Zhang Shicheng had leaked the news before his death and he stopped keeping silent.

"Since you know, why don't you let me go immediately? Otherwise, I will make you live a life worse than death!"

"You are still stubborn even when you are about to die."

Wang Xiao was originally on the opposite side of the Pan family, so he was not afraid of his threats.

"What are you looking for? Tell me, maybe I can give you a chance to live."

"I don't know!"

Seeing how tough he was, Wang Xiao launched the All-Seeing Demonic Sorrow again.

"I will ask you again, what are you looking for?"