Dream Picking Records

"Uncle and nephew? What kind of melodramatic plot is this?" Wang Xiao, who was hiding, couldn't help but complain when he saw this scene. He had come to find Shi Xiang, but he didn't expect to eavesdrop on the secrets of the demon royal family. However, considering the people involved in the news, it seemed very useful to him, so he listened a little longer.

In the room, Yan Liang pointed the holy sword at his uncle Yan Kun, and Yan Kun's greed was suddenly replaced by ridicule.

"Haha, hahaha! Uncle, I'm not stupid. The Holy Sword has a suppressive effect on my clan. If I take action, I might really suffer a great loss. What I didn't expect is that you actually reached the Destiny Realm. You are worthy of being the pride of my clan. It's a pity that I brought allies with me." Yan Kun said, looking outside: "We can't let him escape this time, otherwise you will bear the consequences."

"Don't worry, he was lucky enough to survive last time, and the same thing won't happen a second time."

The person who pushed the door open was a skinny old man, with almost no blood on his body but emitting a thick aura of the underworld.

"The deputy chief of the Netherworld Blood Skull, huh, you really think highly of me." Yan Liang held his breath and concentrated. He knew that there would be no peaceful ending today, but asking him to surrender was tantamount to a foolish dream. The worst that could happen was a fight to the death.

"Yan Luo Holy Sword!"

Yan Liang shouted, and the soft, white sword transformed into countless pieces, swaying like a water snake and swooping down on the two. Yan Kun was under immense pressure. Although he had reached the fifth level of Heavenly Destiny, under the suppression of the Holy Sword, he couldn't even unleash half of his strength.

Xue Nong, the deputy patriarch of the Netherworld Blood Skull Clan, swung his right arm, and a bone sword, swirling with purple ghostly flames, emerged from his palm, severing the holy sword's shadow in half. He ignored Yan Kun and thrust his sword directly between Yan Liang's eyebrows. Yan Liang blocked with his sword, one hand gripping the hilt and the other resting on the tip. The soft sword gradually bent under the pressure of the bone sword until it pressed against his forehead.

"break!"

Yan Liang raised his left hand, his fingers slashing across the blade. The blood was absorbed by the blade, and a bright red light shone. With a bang, the house they were in exploded, sending Xue Nong flying back hundreds of meters. The ambushing soldiers outside the house vomited blood and collapsed unconscious.

"What a holy sword! I was just skeptical at first, but I never thought you would actually have it in your hands! It seems Yan Yi has high hopes for you, but today I will destroy him!"

Xue Nong raised the bone sword high, and suddenly the cries of living creatures were heard between heaven and earth, as if thousands of ghosts had merged into it. The bone sword turned bright red, and the bloody energy of the underworld made people shudder.

Behind Yan Liang, Yan Kun broke free from the entanglement and began to cast a spell, blocking his retreat.

Seeing this, Yan Liang thrust his right hand through the wound and into his chest, clutching his heart. With each squeeze, pain shot through his body, threatening to crush his will. Simultaneously, his form shifted. His hair grew past his feet, his red skin turned dark blue. His breath boiled, rapidly rising. The coughed-up blood and the re-opening of his wounds only made his appearance even more terrifying.

"Secret technique, Yama... has descended!" Yan Liang gritted his teeth and shouted fiercely, "Today, no one... can escape!"

"I'm not afraid of you!"

Xue Nong held the bone sword and chopped down, Yan Liang fought back fearlessly. Every strike made the void tremble, and every strike made Xue Nong's soul tremble, but every strike meant the loss of vitality.

"Why don't you help!"

Xue Nong's shouting startled Yan Kun from his trance. The Yama Resurrection was a profound secret technique of the Yama Red Ghost Clan, one that even he hadn't mastered. Therefore, he was truly stunned by Yan Liang's performance. After realizing what was happening, he knew he couldn't let this child go, or else his entire clan would surely perish. So, while Xue Nong was entangled with Yan Liang, he prepared his killing move and quietly launched a sneak attack.

"Roar!"

Yan Liang roared, and actually shook off Xue Nong and rushed straight towards Yan Kun who was attacking him. It turned out that his target from the beginning to the end was Yan Kun, and he had to eradicate the cancer in the clan first.

Yan Kun was horrified, but once the arrow was shot, there was no turning back. He had no choice but to charge forward. What greeted him next was an even more intense, violent attack.

"Cough cough!"

Xue Nong shook his trembling arms. The enemy's reckless fighting style was a natural hindrance to their thrifty nature, but Yan Kun still had value to them, so he had to save him. He withdrew from the center of the battle, took a breath, and then rejoined. He knew that if he could drag out the secret technique until it ended, Yan Liang would be in his grasp. However, Yan Liang ignored his attacks, determined to kill Yan Kun even if it meant sacrificing his life for another.

Looking at Yan Kun who was restrained by the holy sword so miserably, Xue Nong no longer held back. Even if the opponent could hold on until the end, he would most likely be useless. You know, in the world of cultivation, there is no difference between a useless person and a dead person.

Xue Nong stopped his attack and prepared to launch a shocking attack. Suddenly, a black spear silently broke through the void and pierced his abdomen directly.

"who!?"

Xue Nong clutched his wound and fled. Had he not reacted quickly, he would have likely died. However, no one responded to his panic, only the black gun that had vanished into thin air reappeared. Frightened, Xue Nong concentrated his full attention, yet was still wounded.

Yan Kun glanced at the opposite side, who was full of despair. Yan Liang glanced at him in surprise for a moment, and then attacked even harder.

The one who took action was naturally Wang Xiao, who was hiding in the dark and observing. The Netherworld Blood Skull and the Pan family were secretly in collusion, and he had to interfere in what they wanted to do.

"Which fellow Daoist is attacking in secret? I wonder if he has a problem with me or the Netherworld Blood Skull Clan. If you have the guts, come out and fight me squarely!"

"puff!"

The black gun was silent, it just kept piercing through the flesh, drawing out the opponent's already limited blood.

"Ahhh! I'm so angry!"

Xue Nong was so anxious that he jumped up and down, and for a long time he didn't even see the person who attacked him. The experienced Xue Nong forced himself to remain calm. Otherwise, if he fell into the opponent's rhythm, he would definitely die. So he secretly activated the secret technique of the Netherworld Blood Skull.

Wang Xiao watched, still manipulating the black spear to pierce. The only difference was that this time, the black spear failed to penetrate Xue Nong's body. His bones moved as if alive, splitting into hundreds as the black spear neared his chest. These bones then stretched forward, trapping the black spear like a cage.

"Haha, let's see if you have any other tricks to sneak attack me."

Xue Nong was just gloating over his control of the opponent's weapon, but before he could reach out to take it, Wang Xiao stepped out of thin air, grasping the spear with his right hand and thrusting forward. The bones surrounding it snapped and shattered into fragments. His secret technique broken, Xue Nong, left with no means of self-defense, was pierced through by the black spear.

"Ahem, who are you? Do you really want to go against us?"

Xue Nong was extremely weak and could only rely on his own background.

"Enemy."