Dream Picking Records

Chapter 229 The Dynasty Finally Emerges

Wang Xiao and others followed Xia Daoling to where Siqin was, which was located behind a water curtain cave. In addition to her, Zhong Mo and Yan Xinmo were also there.

"I heard that you killed Cen Daozi?"

Wang Xiao and others passed through the water curtain. Before they could say hello, Zhong Mo, who was wearing coarse linen clothes, came over with a half-broken knife in his hand.

As someone who had fought against Cen Daozi before, he knew very well how powerful the other party was.

"Just happened to meet him, and killed him."

Wang Xiao's words moved him and Yan Xinmo, who acted so relaxed. Besides, Yan Xinmo felt a sense of familiarity when he looked at Wang Xiao.

"It's a pity that I was unable to fight him after the He Dao!"

Zhong Mo loosened and then clenched the hand holding the broken knife, and finally raised his head and stared into Wang Xiao's eyes and said: "Can we fight to relieve the regret in my heart?"

Wang Xiao was stunned. After all, he was the descendant of the One-Armed Sword Demon, and his warlike nature was inherited from him.

"In that case, why not have a literary duel?"

"What is a literary fight?"

Wang Xiao said nothing and stretched out his right hand. Zhong Mo understood and stretched out his right hand to shake his.

A powerful aura suddenly surrounded the two of them, preventing anyone else from advancing.

The literary battle started simply and ended quickly.

Zhong Mo's domineering aura faded away, and he clasped his fists towards Wang Xiao and said, "I believe that Brother Wang has indeed killed Cen Daozi!"

Zhong Mo left, and Yan Xinmo came closer again. Her clear and beautiful eyes stared at him without blinking, "Is it you?"

"Yeah." He knew that the other party had recognized him to some extent through the fluctuations of his soul.

"Wow, Old Wang, you have quite a lot of lovers?" Bai Zhu started talking.

"That's enough! What old lover? This is a friend I met when I was in the Western Regions. If you say that again, I'll find a tigress to breed with you."

For the next period of time, they aimed to avoid being hunted by the locals and improve their own realm as much as possible.

Half a month passed in the blink of an eye, and a new aura began to sprout between heaven and earth. Although it was faint, every practitioner could feel its presence, as if it was planted in everyone's heart and could not be shaken off.

All the practitioners in this world are delighted, because this indicates that the dynasty that appears once every hundred years is about to reappear.

According to the news from Qintian City, this will be the last time it comes to the world, and the imperial destiny will also choose its master.

Although luck, an invisible and intangible thing, has no effect on personal cultivation, it is a priceless treasure to dynasties and family forces.

In the past, they might have been able to divide it equally among themselves and then fight for it when the next dynasty appeared. However, times have changed and this is no longer applicable. In order to continue their power behind them, they must fight desperately.

More than ten days later, the entire sky was covered with a layer of light golden light, and light rain fell, as if welcoming someone's arrival.

The grand sound of Tao rumbled, and the entire space was shaking, and every beat stimulated the nerves of the monks.

The silent valley was already surrounded by various forces. Earlier they were fighting for the best position, but now they stopped to avoid letting others take advantage of them.

It can be seen that the five forces are the most extraordinary among this group of people. Judging from their aura, their leaders are all above the seventh level of Hedao. Beside them are several masters of the third and fourth levels of Hedao.

In front of one of the forces was a recliner made of ancient wood. There were many naturally formed lines and patterns on the purple wood, which was ingenious and filled with a faint aura of life.

An old woman dressed as a wizard was lying on the recliner with her eyes closed. It was she who made the prophecy.

As the space vibrations became stronger, the area above the valley became increasingly unstable.

Huge golden dragon shadows appear and disappear from time to time, each one is so sacred and majestic, and inviolable.

Finally, when loud dragon roars resounded through the sky, they finally broke through this space.

Nine dragons fly in the sky, the king comes to the earth.

The long-desired dynasty suddenly appeared, and everyone began to get restless.

The strange thing was that no one took the first step, and their eyes were all focused on the direction of Qintian City.

"Muha!"

The old woman suddenly sat up straight, her cloudy eyes were dark. Spiritual energy flowed, and the time and space around her became disordered. She was predicting and divination.

Pictures revolved around her, attracting countless people to watch attentively.

Unfortunately, those images were filled with holy light, and even the blurry corners could not be seen clearly.

"king……"

The old woman suddenly opened her mouth and tried her best to spit out only one word. As a result, the next second, her eye sockets became empty and blood gushed out of her seven orifices.

A flame suddenly ignited in the void, instantly igniting her.

The people in Qintian City stayed away from her and did not dare to approach her.

The eyes of those who tried to peek into the secrets of heaven all exploded, and screams were heard outside the valley.

High in the sky, the complete appearance of the golden dragon could no longer be seen, because a single scale was hundreds of square meters in size. And the dynasty behind them was endless, magnificent and vast, and no one knew how huge it was.

One monk after another could no longer bear it, and rushed towards it like a flock of carp swimming across the river.

"Get ready, we're about to go in." Xia Daoling said.

"Sister Ye, wait for me. I will definitely get the Awakening Lotus."

Wang Xiao swore secretly in his heart, and then they jumped into the torrent of treasure hunting.

In the world of the dynasty, they flew along a river for a long time but still had not reached the end. All they could see were the endless green mountains on both sides.

"Oh my god, does this include an entire country?" Bai Shu exclaimed, "I thought a group of people were fighting for a place as big as the imperial city, but I didn't expect the area covered to be so vast."

"Although we have come in, some places inside have not been completely unsealed, such as the medicine garden." Xia Daoling said. He could see that Wang Xiao was a little anxious.

"What does Brother Daoling mean?"

"Generally speaking, the first choice for our various forces is those places of good fortune. If we are lucky, we can use them to quickly improve our realm and narrow the gap between us and the local major forces."

"As far as I know, there is a cliff with patterns carved by a great predecessor, which contains the ultimate truth of swordsmanship. I want to go there first." Zhong Mo said.

After listening to Zhong Mo's words, Xia Daoling analyzed, "Everyone has different needs. If we gather together, I'm afraid we will miss many opportunities. In my opinion, it is better to form groups of two first. This way, it will be more efficient and we can take care of each other."

Siqin nodded and said, "Well, as long as you don't meet a mortal enemy, usually others won't fight with their lives, but you still have to be careful and don't fall into the trap set by others."