Red Heart Survey

   Chapter 1270

  In the ancient magic cave at the bottom of the magma lake.

  In the center of the ripples that spread silently, an ancient book of animal skins slowly appeared.

  It flew to Jiang Wang, who had closed his eyes and knees, and slowly unfolded.

  The text on the animal skin book should be Tao Wen, because you can know its meaning at a glance. However, the character shape is distorted and grotesque, but it is completely different from ordinary Taoism.

  Perhaps, it can be called...magic text.

  The four-character opening chapter is extremely fierce, and it says-"Seven Hate Magic Skills".

  This book of animal skins was floating in front of Jiang Wang. Like a banner.

  While frowning, Jiang Wang, who seemed to be stuck in some kind of painful decision, unconsciously stretched out his hand.

  He wants to pick up the "flag".

   is like some kind of ancient ritual, he wants to face his transformation today.

  His slender and powerful hand holding a sword slowly approached the ancient sheepskin scroll.

  But just before the fingertips approached, it stopped.

  Between his eyebrows, there is intense pain. The suffering of the war between heaven and man is manifested.

   Jiang Wang's hand did not fall for a long time, this ancient animal skin book seemed a little restless, and the magic texts on it floated one by one.

  The magic text has sound.

  A magnificent but fierce voice, with the restlessness of these magic texts, echoed in this ancient magic cave, making the listener horrified, fearful, and intoxicated!

  The voice chanted--

  Hate the heavens and unkindness, hate the ground without virtue, and hate the absolute righteousness.

  Hate reverses black and white and hates selfishness.

   hate the world without axioms,

  Hate my name forever!

  I hate the world like a hatred, and the world hates me as it should be.

  Kill the enemy of the father, but so! The hatred of taking his wife, but so!

  No one in the world can't kill, no one in the world can't kill me!

  This magic sound seems to contain terrifying power. This ancient magic cave, which has been abandoned for many years and has few rules, has a faint feeling of revival.

  Everything is active.

  It was like a dead pond with only sapropel and ruined leaves, and a glimpse of living water was suddenly poured into it.

  So everything has new possibilities.

  This "Seven Hate Demon Skills" has such a momentum at the beginning, it seems to hate the world, hate all living beings, and regard the world as the enemy!

  It's powerful, there is no doubt about it.

   Jiang Wang's fingers trembling slightly above the animal skin book. There seemed to be an unbearable weight, pressing his fingers down.

  At this time, he still closed his eyes, as if sinking into a dream that could never be awakened. The delicate and clean eyebrows in the past were shrouded in a kind of pain and gloom.

  The trembling vitality, restless breath, and the rules of the magic cave of slow recovery, seem to explain——

  This world is waiting for his choice!

  Waiting for the young man’s final decision.

  Like endless magical energy, coming from nowhere, tumbling in this ancient magic cave, like subjects waiting for the king.

  The dead tomb of ten thousand realms is waiting for new power!

  ……

  In the restaurant in Zhongshan, before Jiang Wang, who was facing Zhao Xuanyang, a book of animal skins appeared.

  A voice roared from the bottom of my heart.

  "Cultivating my Seven Hate Magic Skills, killing Zhao Xuanyang is like slaughtering a chicken and a dog!"

  In front of Jiang Wang who was walking in the Fenglincheng City Taoist Temple of Zhuang State, the ancient animal skin book floated in the air.

The voice from the bottom of my heart roared: "Everyone in the world says I am a demon, and I will become a demon and watch them! Cultivating my Seven Hate Devil Skills will eventually be invincible in the world! There will be no one in the world to rebel against me, hate me, and slander me! There is only obedience. The person, the minister, the kneeling one!"

  Reality and illusion are intertwined, reality and dream are fighting.

  It seemed to be swept over by a torrent, Jiang Wang's will was like a candle in the wind.

  As early as in the dream of Yujing Mountain, the will that has been destroyed has fallen into the endless abyss.

  ……

  In the ancient magic cave under the magma lake, Jiang Wang's hand grabbed forward, and he was about to grasp the volume of Seven Hate Magic Skills in his hand.

  But his eyes opened at this moment.

  It's a pair...There are still painful, confused, and tormented eyes.

   But these eyes looked in front of the "Seven Hate Magic Skills", which must be a peerless exercise method, but there was no greed, no yearning, and no care at all.

   "Everyone calls me a demon, am I a demon?" the young monk asked.

  His rather fixed voice resounded in this deserted ancient demon cave: "Everyone in the world regards me as a demon, so I will be a demon?"

  In his body, four light sources lit up one after another. The light of magical powers illuminates the heart.

  His voice became clearer, louder and louder——

   "I, Jiang, look at a seven-foot man, look up to the sky, bow down to the ground, fulfill my promises, ask for my wishes, and live in the world. Is it to live for his words?!"

  He almost grabbed the hand of the animal skin book and slammed it back.

  锵!

   Sauvignon Blanc came out of her sheath, clinging to his hand, and facing the volume of "Seven Hate Magic Skills" in front of him, he cut it down without any regrets!

  ……

  In the restaurant in Zhongshan Kingdom, Jiang Wang held a sword in his hand and faced Zhao Xuanyang, saying: "You have 40 breaths to leave here. After 40 breaths, I will do my best to fight to the death."

  He said this very calmly.

  From beginning to end, I never glanced at the animal skin book next to me.

  This is my choice according to my heart. I will come again a thousand times, ten thousand times, and I still choose this way.

  I don’t regret it.

  ……

  Zhuang Guo Fenglin Chengcheng Taoyuan, Jiang Wang walked alone.

  He already has an overall plan.

  First, through Zhao Rucheng, the mysterious Uncle Deng was asked to come forward to warn Yujingshan of the conspiracy of the bones.

  Secondly, through the too illusory realm, please help "Zhen Wudi", who has not yet revealed his real name, to report the matter to the third criminal palace.

  As long as you think of a way, you can definitely come up with it.

  In any case, he couldn't helplessly watch Fenglin City fall apart again.

  It is impossible to sit back and watch so many deaths like Zhuang Gaoxian, only to get the last reward.

  Maybe they can live better, have a better life, and achieve their goals more easily.

  But I, Jiang Wang, are not the same as them.

  Don’t have to be with them!

  The roll of animal skins, which represents a powerful force, is right in front of him and within reach. He kicked it and stomped it under his feet.

  Stride away!

  ……

  Dreams that are indistinguishable from reality have been stepped out.

  In the dull ancient magic cave, Jiang Wang cut down with a sword.

  Strong and decisive, leaving no room for a while.

   Jianfeng was approaching before, but the animal skin book disappeared silently.

  Like a broken bubble, like a very soft sigh.

  Goodbye.

  I searched the entire cave room, but there was no trace of existence. Jiang Wang naturally didn't notice anything about the dark ripples that had completely calmed down.

  He was just aware that just now, some power was eroding his will... the power related to the "Seven Hate Magic Skills".

  At this moment, he is holding the sword in his hand, his eyes are completely clear, like a clear stream.

  All those pains and sufferings are sinking to the bottom of the water. The only things that can be seen are the firmness that refuses to compromise and the persistence that refuses to change.

  The devilish energy that originally surrounded him and was close to him, after losing his support, gradually wilted. But before it dissipated completely, the aura shone back in general, suddenly crowded, and condensed into a weird and twisted magic text in mid-air!

   faintly distorted the space.

The word    means——

   "Hold on to understand it!"

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  Ps: Chou Yu (chou): Enemy.

  　 Tell a joke.

  　　 Since the novel. The technique of breaking chapters is to make people look forward to the next chapter more. The more readers are scratching their hearts, the better they are written.

  　　 may now be a new era.

  　　 You make some people scratch their hearts...

  　　 He will scold you.

  　　 You shook your head and talked about the book, just came a sentence: foresee the future, and listen...

  　　 Someone snapped a knife and chopped it up - "A disgusting person?"

  　　……

  　　 I didn’t speak yesterday because I don’t want to express my attitude when my emotions collapsed. Don't want to say extreme words, make extreme decisions.

  　　 I just silently posted an update in advance to give some strength to those who support me.

  　　 But after one night, I still have to express my true feelings.

  　　 I am not used to this kind of writing atmosphere. Very uncomfortable.

  　　 I don’t understand what I’ve done wrong, I didn’t break the watch, I didn’t have a crash plot, I didn’t draw, I didn’t have a pigeon or a crash, so far all the plot lines are under my control.

  　　 Then what am I scolded for?

  　　 I am the first author who will break the chapter and bury the hook since the beginning of the world? Those who break chapters, are they reading books for the first time in their lives?

  　　 can’t wait to know the plot of the next chapter, which is a compliment to the work.

  　　 But is it a natural way to attack the author?

  　　 Cut me a few times, I can shed a little more blood and produce more chapters of the novel?

  　　 Can’t wait to lay the eggs, so do you kill the chicken to get the eggs?

Authors of   　　 quality and quantity updates should not be treated like this.

  　　 I am really chilling.

  (End of this chapter)