Douluo: Becoming a God From Dreaming

Chapter 8: Xuantian Treasure Record
On the second night, Wang Shenmeng activated the magical power of dreaming as soon as it got dark, and squatted quietly outside Tang San's house, but Tang San didn't have a 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 was that he had cultivated the ninth level of Xuantian Kungfu, established Tangmen, created super hidden weapons such as Buddha's Wrath Tanglian, Stormy Pear Blossom Needle, and Yan Wangtie, etc. The mainland kills all directions and becomes the sole ruler of the dream.

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.

No. 12 days, endless blacksmithing!
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Almost a month passed without achieving the goal, and Wang Shenmeng still waited patiently.

No. 20 On the night of the [-]th, when he entered Tang San's dream again and saw a scene of black and red, like a group of demons 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 the Xuantian Treasure Record, practiced secretly every day, and researched the supreme hidden weapon Buddha's Wrath Tang Lian, the number one hidden weapon in the machine category, and finally created three before the incident happened at the age of 29. pieces.

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.

The dream seems to be only a few hours outside, but inside the dream, it has been nearly 20 years. Although there are many vague places, the core of the obsession about Xuantian Baolu is extremely clear.

Tang San took it out countless times to look at it, and as a bystander, Wang Shenmeng certainly remembered it by heart, even Tang San was clear about the process of forging the Buddha Fury Tanglian.

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 east was pale, Wang Shenmeng didn't sleep all night, and spent his energy and soul power to fall asleep, but the excitement of returning home with a full load made him a little excited, and he couldn't sleep 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 steps of the ghost fan, and unconsciously walked a few steps, the soul power surged in his body, his figure suddenly drifted, 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.

"It's really useful. My innate soul power is now at level ten, which corresponds to the first level of Xuantian Kungfu. I can quickly complete the first level of cultivation. In the future, I can use Xuantian Kungfu to replace 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?
Looking at it now, it was clear that he didn't want to pass on the Xuantian Kungfu to Xiao Wu, but the two of them faced each other day and night, and they couldn't hide it, so they just had to find an excuse to stop Xiao Wu from thinking about it.

"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, looking around, this familiar place unknowingly felt a bit like home.

Of course, it's 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.

(End of this chapter)