Douluo: Becoming a god from dreaming

Chapter 8 Xuantian Baolu

The next night, Wang Shenmeng activated his magical power to enter dreams as soon as it got dark, and quietly squatted outside Tang San's house. Unfortunately, Tang San did not dream that night.

It was like this for three or four days in a row.

On the fifth day, although Tang San had a dream, what he dreamed about was that he had completed the ninth level of the Xuantian Technique, established the Tang Sect, and created super hidden weapons such as the Buddha's Furious Tang Lotus, the Heavy Rain Pear Blossom Needle, and the King of Hell's Tie. The dream of killing everyone in the mainland and becoming the sole ruler.

On the sixth day, Tang San dreamed that he beat the seventeen elders of the Tang Sect to the ground with one move, and performed the Tang Sect torture one by one, finally tortured them into inhuman shapes, and then hung them on Guijianshou, suffering from the wind. It was exposed to the sun and eagles pecked at it for several months before it died.

On the seventh day and the eighth day, there was no dream. On the ninth day, Wang Shenmeng actually saw himself being stepped on by Tang San. He laughed arrogantly, mocking himself for being a mere beggar who had the same innate soul power as him. He really wanted to kill himself the right way, and finally used the random cloak hammering method to blow himself up with one hammer after another.

Day 12, endless blacksmithing!

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Nearly a month passed without achieving his goal. Wang Shenmeng still waited patiently.

On the night of the 29th, when he entered Tang San's dream again and saw a scene of black and red, as if a group of demons were dancing wildly, his eyes suddenly lit up.

Sure enough, after the mist was blown away, a little boy appeared in front of his eyes, who was learning the way of hidden weapons day after day in the Tang Sect.

"This is the beginning of Tang San's nightmare. He claims to be an unrivaled genius, but he was wasted in the outer sect, and he was in the company of mediocre insects. He was domineering and driven by the trash in the inner sect. He didn't know how much resentment and hatred had accumulated in his heart. Reluctantly, life without hope is like a nightmare.”

Time flies, when Tang San was nine years old, he colluded with outsiders to steal Xuantian Baolu, practiced secretly every day, and studied the supreme hidden weapon Buddha Fury Tang Lian, the number one among machines. Finally, before the incident happened at the age of twenty-nine, he created Got three.

Unfortunately, the Dongchuang Incident happened and seventeen elders purged the family. Tang San did not want to be caught and tortured, so he committed suicide by jumping off a cliff.

With the shattering of the dream, Wang Shenmeng was squeezed out again, but this time, he finally got what he wanted, if it wasn't for the body of a butterfly, he would almost have laughed out loud.

"It is said to be a dream, but it is actually everything he experienced in his previous life. It is engraved deep in his consciousness and cannot be forgotten, becoming the seed of obsession. Every nightmare is just a replay of all the memories in this seed. No wonder he can't get rid of the nightmare of his previous life."

Wang Shenmeng already had some understanding of dreams. Tang San's situation was somewhat similar to the Alaya consciousness seeds in Buddhism. When reincarnated, everything experienced in the previous life was absorbed by the seeds and reincarnated together.

Although not exactly the same, the expressions are similar.

"No matter what, the Xuantian Treasure Record is finally in my hands. It's not in vain for me to wait patiently for a month. Everything is worth it."

After Wang Shenmeng's consciousness turned back to himself, he recalled the Xuantian Treasure Record he saw in Tang San's dream.

Outside the dream, it seemed like it was only a few hours, but inside the dream, nearly twenty years had passed. Although there were many vague areas, the core of the obsession with Xuantian Baolu was extremely clear.

Tang San took it out countless times to read and comprehend it. As a bystander, Wang Shenmeng certainly remembered it very well. He even knew the process of Tang San forging the Buddha's Furious Tang Lotus.

An hour later, Wang Shenmeng opened his eyes, and the Xuantian Treasure Record was extremely clear in his mind. Knowledge is perfect.

"Tang San, your death is mine now. Your dear father almost killed me, and you also tortured me to death in my dream. This Xuantian Baolu is just interest. I will definitely make good use of these martial arts and knowledge, and then give It’s a surprise for you.”

The white fish belly appeared in the east. Wang Shenmeng stayed up all night, and spent all his energy and soul to fall asleep. However, the excitement of returning home with a full load made him a little excited, and he had no intention of sleeping for a while.

"This magical power of dreaming is really good. Although it can't interfere with other people's dreams for the time being, as the saying goes, think about it every day and dream about it at night. Even if you just watch, as long as you persevere, you will eventually gain something."

Wang Shenmeng stood up and turned around a few times. Remembering the ghost shadow, he unconsciously followed the footsteps and walked a few steps. The soul power surged in his body, and his figure suddenly became erratic and his speed increased greatly.

"But to me, the knowledge of the Purple Demon Eye and the Immortal Grass is more valuable. The Purple Demon Eye can exercise mental strength and assist in combat. Not to mention the knowledge of the Immortal Grass, can it effectively cut off the ice and fire weapons? The opportunity of Yiyan depends entirely on it."

Wang Shenmeng's mood gradually calmed down. Seeing that the sky was about to light up and the red color spread in the east, he resisted the urge to absorb purple energy and cultivate the Purple Demon Eye.

At this point in the world, Tang San had already gotten up. If he accidentally saw him, it would be bad.

This kid has created a set of sleeve arrows, and with his current strength, he can't resist it at all.

Not to mention that there is Tang Hao behind who is absolutely unbeatable for the time being. He will never seek death rashly without taking risks.

"However, you can't cultivate Ziji Demon Eyes outdoors, but you can try Xuantian Kungfu."

He immediately bolted the door and covered the small window tightly with a torn sack curtain. He sat cross-legged on the bed and started using the Xuantian method. Soon he entered concentration, and the spiritual energy from heaven and earth came to him and turned into wisps. Soul power.

After a long while, Wang Shenmeng opened his eyes with a hint of joy.

"Sure enough, it works. My current innate soul power is level 10, which corresponds to the first level of Xuantian Kung Fu. I can quickly complete the first level of practice. In the future, I can use Xuantian Kung Fu instead of meditation."

Wang Shenmeng remembered that in the original book, Tang San told Xiao Wu that if he wanted to learn Xuantian Kungfu, he had to lose his soul power, so he couldn't pass it on to Xiao Wu.

He had doubts at the time, since the internal force cultivated by the Xuantian Kungfu in this world is equal to the soul power, then the Xuantian Kungfu is equivalent to a more mysterious and powerful meditation method, which should be able to be practiced by anyone, so there is no need to abolish the soul power first reason?

Now it seems that he clearly doesn't want to pass on the Xuantian Kung to Xiao Wu, but the two of them face each other day and night, and they can't hide it. He just needs to find an excuse to stop Xiao Wu's thoughts.

"Tsk, tsk, Xiao Wu, that stupid rabbit even sacrificed his life for him, Tang Shenwang, and he is not even willing to share the Xuantian Kung Fu."

"Even Xiao Wu is not willing to teach, let alone Yu Xiaogang? You promised to be a teacher for a day and a father for the rest of your life. You are really a filial son..."

Wang Shenmeng sighed.

Soon after dawn, Wang Shenmeng stood outside the house and looked around. This familiar place felt a bit like home without even realizing it.

Of course, this is just the original owner’s idea.

Wang Shenmeng himself, except for the kindness of old Jack and the villagers, didn't have much nostalgia for this place.

"Now that Xuantian Baolu has been obtained, I have even mastered the Chaotic Cloak Hammering Technique. There is nothing I need here anymore. It's time to hit the road."

Wang Shenmeng sighed, and yearning rose in his heart.