Chapter 1270 Obstinate
In the ancient demon cave at the bottom of the magma lake.
In the center of the ripples that spread silently, there was an ancient animal skin book that slowly appeared.
It flew to Jiang Wang, who was sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, as if it had intelligence, and slowly unfolded.
The words on the animal skin book should be Taoist texts, because you can know its meaning at a glance. But the characters are distorted and weird, which is completely different from ordinary Taoist texts.
Perhaps, it can be called... magic text.
The first four words are extremely fierce, saying "Seven Hate Demonic Power".
This animal skin book was floating and fluttering in front of Jiang Wang. Like a flag.
And Jiang Wang, with a frown on his face, seemed to be trapped in some painful choice, unconsciously stretched out his hand.
He wanted to take the "flag".
Like some kind of ancient ritual, he had to face his transformation today.
His slender and powerful hand holding the sword slowly approached the ancient sheepskin scroll.
But just before his fingertips approached, he stopped.
Between his brows, there was intensive pain. The torment of the struggle between heaven and man was fully revealed.
Jiang Wang's hand was reluctant to fall, and this ancient animal skin book seemed to be a little restless, and the magic words on it floated one by one.
The magic words have sound.
A grand but fierce voice, along with the restlessness of these magic words, echoed in this ancient magic cave, making the listeners terrified, afraid, and intoxicated!
The voice chanted-
Hate the unkindness of heaven, hate the lack of virtue of earth, hate people for being unrighteous.
Hate the reversal of black and white, hate selfishness.
Hate the lack of justice in the world,
Hate that my name will be destroyed forever!
I hate the world as my enemy, and the world should hate me like this.
The hatred of killing my father is nothing more than this! The hatred of stealing my wife is nothing more than this!
No one in the world cannot be killed, and no one in the world cannot kill me!
This magic sound seems to contain a terrifying power. This ancient magic cave, which has been abandoned for many years and has scattered rules, actually has a faint feeling of revival.
Everything began to move.
It was like a stream of fresh water suddenly poured into a dead pond with only rotten mud and dead leaves.
So everything had new possibilities.
This book "Seven Hate Demonic Arts" has such momentum at the beginning, as if it hates the world, hates all living beings, and regards the world as an enemy!
Its power is naturally beyond doubt.
Jiang Wang's fingers hanging above the animal skin book trembled slightly. It seemed that there was an unbearable weight, pushing his fingers down.
At this time, he still closed his eyes, as if he was sinking into a dream that he could never wake up. The beautiful and clean eyebrows in the past were shrouded in pain and gloom.
The trembling Yuanli, the restless breath, and the slowly recovering rules of the magic cave seemed to indicate that -
This world is waiting for his choice!
Waiting for the final decision of this young man.
It was like endless demonic energy, coming from nowhere, rolling and swirling in this ancient magic cave, like subjects waiting for the king.
The dead and silent tomb of all worlds is waiting for the power of rebirth!
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In the restaurant in Zhongshan Kingdom, a scroll of animal skin book appeared in front of Jiang Wang who was confronting Zhao Xuanyang.
A voice roared in his heart.
"Practicing my Seven Hate Demonic Art, killing Zhao Xuanyang is like killing chickens and dogs!"
In the Taoist temple of Fenglin City in Zhuang Kingdom, in front of Jiang Wang who was walking, the ancient animal skin book floated in the air.
The voice in his heart roared: "Everyone says that I am a demon, so I will become a demon and show them! Practicing my Seven Hate Demonic Art will eventually make me invincible in the world! There will be no one who rebels against me, hates me, or slanders me in the world! There will only be those who obey, serve, and kneel down!"
Reality and illusion are intertwined, reality and dreams are entangled.
Like a surging trend sweeping, Jiang Wang's will is like a candle in the wind.
The will that had been destroyed in the dream of Yujing Mountain fell into the endless abyss.
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In the ancient demon cave under the magma lake, Jiang Wang stretched out his hand to grab the volume of the Seven Hate Demonic Art.
But his eyes opened at this moment.
Those were a pair of eyes... still filled with pain, confusion, and torment.
But these eyes looked at the "Seven Hate Demonic Art" which must be a peerless skill in front of them, but they were not greedy, yearning, or caring at all.
"Everyone in the world says that I am a demon, am I a demon?" asked the young monk.
His calm voice rang in this abandoned ancient demon cave: "Everyone in the world thinks that I am a demon, so am I, a demon?"
Four light sources lit up in succession in his body. The light of supernatural power illuminates the original heart.
His voice became clearer and louder——
"I, Jiang Wang, a seven-foot-tall man, look up to the sky, look down to the earth, fulfill my promises, seek what I wish for, live in this world, am I living for the words of others?!"
He almost grabbed the hand of the animal skin book, and suddenly pulled it back.
Clang!
Chang Xiangsi clanged out of the sheath, held it in his hand, and slashed at the "Seven Hate Demonic Art" in front of him without regret!
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In the restaurant in Zhongshan Kingdom, Jiang Wang held the sword in his hand, facing Zhao Xuanyang, and said, "You have forty breaths to leave here. After forty breaths, I will do my best and fight to the death here."
He said this very calmly.
From beginning to end, he never looked at the animal skin book next to him.
This is my choice to follow my heart. If it happens a thousand times or ten thousand times, I will still make the same choice.
I don't regret it.
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In the Taoist temple of Fenglin City in Zhuang Kingdom, Jiang Wang walked alone.
He already had a comprehensive plan.
One was to ask the mysterious Uncle Deng to come forward through Zhao Rucheng and warn Yujing Mountain of the conspiracy of the White Bone Sect.
The second is to go through the Taixu Illusion Realm and ask "Zhen Wudi", whose real name has not been revealed yet, for help. Report the matter to the Sanxing Palace and ask the Xingren Palace to send someone to the village!
As long as you think about it, you can definitely figure it out.
No matter what, he couldn't just watch Maplewood City be destroyed again.
You can't be like Zhuang Gaoxian, sitting back and watching so many people die, just hoping for the final harvest.
Maybe they can live a better, more prosperous life and achieve their goals more easily.
But I, Jiang Wang, am not the same as them.
You don’t have to agree with them!
The animal skin scroll, which represented powerful power, was right in front of him, within reach. But he kicked it and trampled it under his feet.
Go away in stride!
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The dreamland in which reality is difficult to distinguish has been stepped out.
In the lightless ancient devil's cave, Jiang Wang slashed down with his sword.
Be fierce and decisive, leaving no room for error.
Before the sword edge was about to reach, the animal skin book disappeared silently.
Like a broken bubble, like a very light sigh.
Goodbye again.
After searching the entire cave, there was no trace of its existence. Jiang Wang naturally noticed nothing about the dark ripples that had completely calmed down.
He was just alert to the fact that just now, there was some force eroding his will... the force related to the "Seven Hate Demonic Art".
At this moment, he held the sword in his hand, and his eyes were completely awake, like a clear stream.
All the pain and suffering sinks to the bottom of the water, and all that can be seen is the firmness that refuses to compromise and the persistence that refuses to change.
And the demonic energy that originally surrounded him and was close to him gradually withered after losing his support. But before it completely dissipated, the spiritual light suddenly gathered together and condensed into a weird and twisted magic text in mid-air!
Faintly distorting the space.
This word means -
"Obstinate!"
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ps: Chou: enemy.