In the ancient devil's den at the bottom of the magma lake.
In the center of the quietly spreading ripples, an ancient beast skin book slowly appeared.
As if it had intelligence, it flew in front of Jiang Wang, who was sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, and slowly unfolded.
The words on the beast skin book should be Daoist characters, because its meaning could be understood at a glance. However, the words were twisted and strange, which was completely different from ordinary Daoist characters.
Perhaps, it could be called … demonic characters.
The opening four words were extremely fierce, and it was called "Seven Hatred Demonic Technique".
This beast skin book floated in front of Jiang Wang. It was like a flag.
Jiang Wang, who was frowning and seemed to be trapped in some kind of painful choice, unconsciously reached out his hand.
He wanted to take the "flag".
It was like some kind of ancient ceremony. He wanted to face his transformation today.
His slender and powerful hand, which was holding the sword, slowly approached the ancient sheepskin book.
But just before his fingertips approached, he stopped.
There was intense pain between his brows. The torment of a battle between heaven and man was completely revealed.
Jiang Wang's hand did not fall. This ancient beast skin book seemed to be a little restless, and the demonic characters on it floated one by one.
The demonic characters had a sound.
A grand but fierce voice echoed in the ancient devil's den along with the restlessness of these demonic characters, causing the listeners to be frightened, fearful, and intoxicated!
That voice chanted —
Hate the heavens for being heartless, hate the earth for being immoral, hate the people for being ruthless.
Hate inverting black and white, hate being selfish and selfish.
Hate that there is no justice in the world,
Hate that my name has been cut off since ancient times!
I hate the world as my enemy, and the world should hate me as well.
The hatred of killing one's father is nothing more than this! The hatred of stealing one's wife is nothing more than this!
There is no one in the world that cannot be killed, and there is no one in the world that cannot kill me!
This demonic voice seemed to contain a terrifying power. This ancient devil's den, which had been abandoned for many years and had scattered rules, actually had a faint feeling of vitality.
Everything began to move.
It was as if a drop of fresh water had suddenly been injected into a dead pond that was only left with rotten mud and withered leaves.
So everything had new possibilities.
This "Seven Hatred Demonic Technique" had such an imposing aura at the beginning, as if it hated the heavens and the earth, hated all living beings, and regarded the world as its enemy!
There was no need to doubt its power.
Jiang Wang's finger, which was hovering over the animal skin book, trembled slightly. It was as if there was an unbearable weight pressing down on his finger.
At this moment, his eyes were still closed, as if he had sunk into a dream that he would never wake up from. Her usually delicate and clean features were now shrouded in pain and gloom.
The trembling elemental energy, the restless aura, and the slowly awakening laws of the demon's den seemed to be saying …
This world was waiting for him to make his choice!
He was waiting for the young man's final decision.
It was as if an endless amount of Demon Qi had appeared out of nowhere and was rolling in the Ancient Devil's Cave as if it was a subject waiting for its king.
The deathly silent Myriad World Desolate Tomb was waiting for the power of new life!
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In that restaurant in Zhongshan State, a beast skin scroll appeared in front of Jiang Wang, who was confronting Zhao Xuanyang.
A voice roared from the bottom of his heart.
"If you cultivate my Seven Hatred Demonic Art, killing Zhao Xuanyang will be as easy as slaughtering a chicken!"
In the Taoist Academy in Fenglin City of the Zhuang State, an ancient beast skin scroll floated in the air in front of Jiang Wang as he walked.
The voice in the bottom of his heart roared, "Everyone calls me a demon, so I might as well become a demon and show them! If you cultivate my Seven Hatred Demonic Art, you will be invincible in the world! There will be no one in the world who will defy me, hate me, or slander me! There will only be those who submit, those who submit, and those who kneel! "
Reality and illusion intertwined, reality and dream were entangled.
It was as if a torrential force was sweeping across, and Jiang Wang's will was like a candle in the wind.
His will, which had already been destroyed in the dream world of Mount Yujing, was falling into the endless abyss.
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In the Ancient Devil's Cave under the lava lake, Jiang Wang's hand reached forward and was about to grab the Seven Hatred Demonic Art in his hand.
However, at this moment, his eyes opened.
It was a pair of eyes … that still contained pain, confusion, and torment.
But this pair of eyes looked at the peerless Seven Hatred Demonic Art in front of him. There was no greed, no yearning, and no care in the slightest.
"Everyone calls me a demon, so am I a demon?" The young cultivator asked.
His calm voice resounded in the abandoned Ancient Devil's Cave. "Everyone in the world thinks that I'm a devil, so why should I be a devil?"
Inside his body, four light sources lit up one after another. The light of the Abhijna illuminated his heart.
His voice became clearer and clearer, louder and louder —
"I, Jiang Wang, am a man of seven feet. I look up to the heavens, bow down to the earth, fulfill my promises, pursue my wishes, and live in the world. Do I live for the words of others?!"
He had almost grabbed the beast skin scroll, but he suddenly retracted his hand.
Clang!
The sword was unsheathed and held in his hand. Facing the Seven Hatred Demonic Art in front of him, he slashed it down without any hesitation!
…
In the restaurant in Zhongshan, Jiang Wang held the sword in his hand and faced Zhao Xuanyang. He only said, "You have 40 breaths of time to leave this place. After 40 breaths of time, I will give it my all and fight to the death here."
He said this very calmly.
From the beginning to the end, he did not look at the beast skin scroll beside him.
This is a choice that I follow my heart. A thousand times, ten thousand times, I will still make the same choice.
I do not regret it.
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In the Daoist Academy in Maplewood City of the Zhuang State, Jiang Wang walked alone.
He already had a comprehensive plan.
First, through Zhao Rucheng, he could ask the mysterious Uncle Deng to appear and warn Mount Yujing of the White Bone Sect's conspiracy.
Second, through the Great Illusionary Land, he could ask Zhen Wudi, who had yet to reveal his real name, for help. He could ask the Sanxing Palace to send people to the Zhuang State!
As long as he thought about it, he could definitely come up with a plan.
No matter what, he could not watch Maplewood City be destroyed again.
He could not be like Zhuang Gaoxian, who watched so many people die and only hoped for the final reward.
Maybe they could live better and more gloriously, and achieve their goals more easily.
But I, Jiang Wang, will not be with them.
I do not need to be with them!
The beast skin scroll that represented great power was right in front of him, and he could touch it with his hands. However, he stepped on it with one foot.
He strode away!
…
He had already stepped out of the dream that was difficult to distinguish between reality and illusion.
In the lightless Ancient Devil's Cave, Jiang Wang slashed down with his sword.
Swift and decisive, he did not leave any room for negotiation.
Before the tip of the sword touched the beast skin scroll, it disappeared silently.
Like a broken bubble, like an extremely soft sigh.
Never to be seen again.
He searched the entire cave, but he could not find any trace of its existence. As for the dark ripples that had completely calmed down, Jiang Wang naturally did not notice anything.
He only sensed that just now, there was some kind of power that was eroding his will … a power related to the Seven Grievances Demonic Arts.
At this moment, he held the sword in his hand. His eyes were completely clear, like a clear stream.
The pain and suffering had all sunk to the bottom of the water. The only thing that could be seen was his uncompromising determination, and his unwillingness to change.
And the demonic energy that surrounded him, and was close to him, gradually withered after losing his support. But before it completely dissipated, it suddenly gathered together and condensed into a grotesque and twisted demonic character in the air!
It faintly distorted space.
The meaning of this word was —
"Stubborn and unrepentant!"
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PS: Chou Chu (chou).
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