Dream Picking Records

After finishing the work here, Wang Xiao took the teleportation array to Feishan without stopping. When he returned to Feishan, he completed the shift with Han Mouren and Ji Budde. The two of them were going to take Wang Xiaoyu down the mountain to travel and wait for him to come back.

After they left, Wang Xiao lit some incense and prepared to discuss the Murong family's affairs with his two senior brothers.

"Brother, brother, call brother!"

Wang Xiao's voice echoed in the square of Qitian Dao Sect, but no one responded to him for a long time.

In the square, Taoist Priest Pei and Taoist Priest Qin were pushing each other.

"Lao Qin, please answer the phone quickly. There is news from my junior brother."

"Why don't you answer it? I'm in the middle of my cultivation."

"What's the point? There has been no progress for 800 years, and what's the point of this?"

"No one's there? I can call again in the evening."

Seeing that there was no result, Wang Xiao was about to hang up, and Taoist Qin suggested: "How about we go together?"

"it is good!"

Taoist Priest Pei took out the incense for communication, and Taoist Priest Qin lit it with a snap of his fingers. Then with a whoosh, both of them disappeared.

Wang Xiao could only vaguely hear their conversation.

"Old Qin, you are boring now."

“Do you think you’re interesting?”

He didn't know why neither of them dared to talk to him.

"Hey, Senior Brother, if you don't answer I won't acknowledge you anymore."

This trick really worked. With a whoosh, the two of them rushed forward.

"I say, two brothers, what are you doing?"

The two Taoist elders blushed and spoke hesitantly.

"We...didn't get any clues about the Murong family."

Wang Xiao laughed. It turned out that they felt embarrassed because they failed to fulfill the promises they made before.

"Don't worry, Junior Brother. When we come out of retreat, we will investigate the Murong family thoroughly. Otherwise, we will be ashamed of the reputation of the two Xiaoyao Immortals."

"Okay, brothers. I decided to take a risk and go explore the location of the Murong family branch first."

Elder Qin said: "Take a risk? Absolutely not!"

"Yes, you are our only junior brother. If something happens to you, how will we survive?" Elder Pei disagreed with his idea.

Wang Xiao waited until they calmed down, told them about his trip to the Southern Region a few days ago, and told them his own plans.

"Don't worry, my two brothers. I know all their core skills. I can make them look real. Nothing will go wrong. But my plan is ready, but I still need the east wind."

"First of all, it's almost impossible."

"Secondly, what else do you need?"

They both spoke in a loud voice, worried about his safety.

"Brother, don't be impatient. I want to ask, is there any way to prevent people at a higher level from seeing through my disguise?"

The two thought for a while and replied, "There is a way. We will prepare an insurance policy for you in the next two days to ensure that nothing goes wrong. Remember to let us know before you leave."

"Insurance? What insurance?"

"You'll know then."

The two of them were very mysterious, so he didn't ask any more questions.

"By the way, my two brothers, do you think it's possible that after Master sealed you away, he took in another disciple and then transferred all his belongings?"

Elder Qin thought for a moment and said, "It's unlikely..."

"There are too few people with extraordinary talents like us. Ordinary people cannot catch the master's eye." Elder Pei boasted.

Wang Xiao curled his lips when he saw the narcissistic demeanor of the two. They had previously said that they lacked talent.

"Okay, I'm going to hang up now. I'll contact you if there's any progress. Goodbye, Senior Brother."

"Goodbye, Junior Brother."

The fragrance extinguished, and Wang Xiao continued his practice as usual.

He was not a true Son of God, and did not know how to communicate with the branches. He could only wait quietly while practicing in the Bandit Mountain.

Late at night, a figure was wandering around the Bandit Mountain openly. That was not all, after a while he openly ran up to the Bandit Mountain Bully.

"Who are you, senior? Why have you come to my bandit mountain?"

"I was just strolling around, and when I heard that the Murong family had come out, I came to see them. I didn't expect it to be you, kid, pretending not to know me."

The figure was none other than the old man Lao Lou whom Ancheng met. He was also the one who showed off in the bandit mountain last time.

"Hey, Senior, we haven't paid for the meal you treated us to last time."

"You kid, my fairy from heaven is not worth the money for a meal?"

When Lao Lou recalled this incident, he puffed his beard and glared.

"Of course I can. I'm just joking with you!"

"Why did you change your appearance again? How many bad things have you done that you dare not reveal your true appearance?"

"Senior, you misunderstood. I was afraid of being remembered, so I had to change my identity."

Wang Xiao changed his appearance and became the same as when he first met him.

"It shouldn't be..."

Lao Lou glanced at him while talking to himself and said, "Why, can't I see your true appearance? You are still trying to fool me."

Wang Xiao had no choice but to change back to his original appearance awkwardly.

"Senior, shouldn't that be what you mean?"

"Oh, nothing. I just remembered something else." Lao Lou said something casually and looked at him again, "Aren't you afraid that the Murong family will cause trouble for you?"

"Senior, you may not know that their Saint Son has been fooled by me. I plan to sneak into their branch to get some information."

"And they said you've done a lot of bad things." Lao Lou curled his lips, then focused all his attention on him, as if he wanted to see through him.

"The eighth level of Guiyuan is not bad. How about this, you help me with two things, and I will protect you from now on. You don't have to change so much. How is it?"

Wang Xiao was somewhat moved when he heard this. He did not want to use a fake appearance, but the outside world was Pan Chengfeng and the forces headed by Jinghong Academy, forcing him to hide his identity. If he had the protection of the person in front of him, he could walk around the world openly.

"Please tell me, senior. If I can do it, I will do my best."

There was no doubt that his character was well-known in the cultivation world. But he was puzzled as to why the person in front of him needed his help.

"You come with me."

Lao Lou waved his sleeves, and the two of them appeared out of thin air at the edge of the desert.

Wang Xiao, who possessed the flower of space, did not even notice the fluctuation of space. This made him look at Lao Lou with a higher opinion, as if he was the man who once topped the stone tablet ranking!

"You came here with me last time, right?"

Wang Xiao scratched his head. He thought he was tracking well, but he didn’t expect that he had been discovered by the other party so early.

"Yes. Senior, what is there in the desert?"

"Go further in and you'll know."

Lao Lou carried Wang Xiao into the desert, and he found that the starry sky that was invisible to the outside world appeared in his field of vision again. However, the starlight shot straight into the desert, forming a series of small beams of light.

The yellow sand was slowly moving, occasionally making the sound of chewing food.

Suddenly, an eight-meter-long terrifying scorpion sprang out from under the sand. Its three pairs of jaws were like freshly sharpened steel knives, their blades as sharp as autumn frost, chilling people. Its sides were covered with appendages as thick as an adult's arm, its dark green carapace was harder than the magical tools of the Hedao realm, and its nine tails kept swinging out poisonous needles. Its densely packed serrated teeth were still stained with the remains of unknown creatures.

"Squeak!"

The scorpion let out a strange cry, and a foul smell filled the air. It swung its pincers and was about to chop the two men into pieces.

Lao Lou simply ignored him. A golden light appeared on his body and enveloped Wang Xiao.

With a snap, its three pairs of pincers were broken on the spot. However, it continued to swing its poisonous needles and stab as if it had no sense of pain, and the poisonous needles shattered with a sound. The overlord of a generation became a tiger without claws and teeth.

But it still did not stop and chose to pounce on it with its huge body.

Lao Lou got angry and punched it. Golden light began to spread rapidly with his fist as the center. The scorpion disappeared completely from the world without making any sound.

The two flew past, and all that was left on the desert were some broken pliers and poison needles.

"That demon scorpion just now is at least at the ninth level of Hedao, right?"

"That's about the same." Lao Lou didn't care and answered casually.

Wang Xiao was restless, thinking back to the time when the head of the Cai family in Ning'an City was only at the first level of Tianming, and could call the wind and rain and do whatever he wanted in the city. But Lao Lou casually struck, and the ninth level of Hedao's demon scorpion was left with nothing.

On the way ahead, many strange creatures emerged from the desert, and they still rushed forward fearlessly.

Lao Lou slapped him one by one, which greatly stimulated his desire to improve his strength urgently.

A chilly wind suddenly arose, and the space in front of Wang Xiao's eyes was like a large piece of silk swaying in the wind, with wrinkles appearing from time to time.

The yellow sand in the distance was rolling and flying, gradually forming a tornado a hundred meters high. Wherever it passed, no living creature hidden under the desert was spared.

As it gradually takes shape, the current space begins to become unstable and then fragmented.

The power generated by the space crack is unstoppable. Many beings more powerful than the Scorpion were crushed into part of the desert before they even came into contact with it.

Just by looking at it from a distance, he felt like he was being torn apart. Unlike the illusory means imposed by the Space Flower at that time, the pressure brought by the storm was real.

He looked at the space crack, thoughtfully.