Dream Picking Records

The weirdo was obviously stunned for a moment, then sneered: "They are just two clones. You don't want to use them to make up for the two-level gap between us, do you?"

Wang Xiao remained unmoved. The three of them each used a different method, and a multi-person fight broke out on the battlefield.

Under his power, the three kinds of magic were able to fight against the three-eyed monster. Unexpectedly, the one at the first level of Hedao was not at a disadvantage in the fight against the third level of Hedao, and there was a tendency for him to surpass the opponent.

"What kind of path does this kid follow? He can't see the way out, but he is so tough and domineering!"

Others cannot see through it, only the three-eyed monster who has experienced it personally knows it best. He is terrified. The aura of being the only one in the world and invincible is so overwhelming that he can't even raise his head.

And he faced three at once!

His arms shook uncontrollably, and the attack he maintained with his palms began to become unstable, and soon it was broken.

Wang Xiao roared, and each of them punched the other. In an instant, the body of the three-eyed monster became tattered. Seeing Wang Xiao's attacks coming one after another, the vertical eye between his eyebrows suddenly opened, and a black light containing chaotic energy burst out.

Wherever the black light passed, fine lines appeared in the surrounding space.

The power he displayed caused the four people traveling with him to hold their breath, and their eyes were focused on the two of them.

"The Three-Eyed Tribe's innate magical power, I didn't expect this kid could actually force him to this point, but that's all."

They are well aware of the terrifying innate magical powers of the Three-Eyed Tribe. How should young people from the outside world deal with it?

Wang Xiao clenched his right fist, which was surrounded by a circle of bright white light. He swung it forward fiercely. A crisp sound was heard from the space, and then it began to collapse, and the black light that was shooting over also shattered.

The space was repairing itself, and the broken black light silently sank into nothingness, detaching from the real world. Faintly, a muffled sound echoed in an unknown place.

Everyone was shocked that the magic that the Three-Eyed Clan was so proud of was easily resolved by a junior of a lower level. If this were to get out, people would definitely laugh their heads off.

Just as they were about to take action again, the spiritual energy around them became thinner and thinner, and the small puddle in the sky became pure and clear.

A canopy of sky suddenly descended from the dark clouded sky, trapping everyone inside before they could react. Then three majestic figures slowly walked out of it, and they lined up in the sky one after another, dominating the world.

The few people who were so arrogant a second ago staggered and looked up at the sky with horror.

"Lord An, are you planning to capture us all in one fell swoop?"

"Please forgive us for any offense we have done to you. We can also return all the stolen property. We only ask that you show some mercy!"

The higher the position, the more they cherish their lives, and several people were frightened. Because those people in the sky were all wearing the clothes of Ming Dao Sect, but no one recognized that they were the last leader of Dao Sect and the two most powerful people in the sect when it fell.

In this ruined world, the ceiling for cultivators has been pressed down to the ninth level of Hedao, and they are all at the peak of Hedao!

How could they not be afraid when they came to destroy us?

"Why are you panicking? Look at their eyes. They are just dead objects." The old man forced himself to calm down, then found a clue and asked them to look at An Youjia. "Look, they don't know what happened either."

After the old man said this, the others became even more frightened.

"Doesn't this mean that we don't even have a chance to beg for mercy?"

"What a waste!" Although the old man was extremely angry, he was also panicked inside.

A vague image was vaguely seen coming from the lake. It could be identified as the former mountain gate of the Mingdao Sect, and it was covered by the same sky.

The sect's strong men came one after another to investigate, but were swallowed up by a huge mouth. Overnight, not a single living thing was left in the prosperous sect.

On the other side, looking at the ancestors who were like puppets, An Youjia knew that the culprit for the sect's ruin was the Shenhu. She anxiously said to Wang Xiao and the other two, "My friends, you really have to leave this time. You have awakened Shijie and helped us fight against them. You have done your best. The Shenhu is coming for us. My father and I will fight to the death to stop them and help you teleport away!"

"Let's go. Three ninth-level Hedao puppets and a demonic Shen Lake are not something we can deal with now." Even if Bai Shu was very eager to fight, he could only choose to leave at this moment.

Wang Xiao was not a hot-blooded person. In the current situation, staying here would only mean death. He held An Shijie on his shoulders and said solemnly, "I will take him to a safe place later."

"Thank you very much!"

An Youjia stroked An Shijie's face and gazed at him deeply, as if wanting to imprint his face in his heart.

Seeing this scene, Li Jingyi turned away helplessly.

An Guangsheng remained silent, staring up at the strange vision above his head with a complicated expression, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses.

Suddenly he murmured in a low voice: "It's the prophetic picture..."

"What prophecy?" Wang Xiao read a hint of conflicted emotions from his expression.

"Ah, this day has finally come." The old man An Guangsheng took out an old talisman from his sleeve, his fingers trembling slightly.

"Dad, what's wrong with you?"

He was indifferent to An Youjia's concern, and after hesitating for a long time, he cut his palm and let the blood flow.

After the talisman absorbed the blood, every line on it began to sparkle, as if a tall and heroic figure had come to life. That was the power of blood flowing.

The talisman was activated and flew into the sky on its own, exuding a heart-pounding aura of oppression.

The three people who originally looked down upon everyone suddenly had a spark in their cold and empty eyes, and their aura began to become disordered.

Their bodies were somehow preserved, not because of that special stone. The spiritual energy was boiling, it was the blood in their bodies resonating with An Youjia and others.

It seemed as if the threads that bound and controlled them were slightly broken by the power of their blood, allowing them to regain some mobility and fight tenaciously for control of their bodies with the controllers behind them.

At this time, a dull breathing sound was heard in the void, and then a big hand stretched out from the small puddle and grabbed three "puppets" of the ninth level of Hedao.

"Ancestor!" An Guangsheng's eyes were red with anger. He didn't expect that things would suddenly turn around when they were about to turn around.

The sound of grinding flesh and bones shook everyone's mind. Not to mention the people trapped inside the sky curtain, even the people watching the show outside flew away tacitly.

The ninth level of Hedao, the ultimate power of this world, can kill people just by saying so. The meaning of looking at the small puddle is that since you don't obey, there is no reason for you to exist in the world.

"We, the unfilial descendants, respectfully ask our ancestors to rest in peace!" An Guangsheng and An Youjia felt heartbroken. Those were their ancestors, who were not only treated as puppets, but were now being destroyed as easily as ants.