Red Heart Survey

Chapter 1270

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

In the center of the quietly spreading ripples, an ancient animal skin book slowly appeared.

It flew to Jiang Wang, who was cross-legged with his eyes closed, and slowly unfolded.

The words on the animal skin book should be Daoist, because the meaning can be known at a glance. But the shape of the characters is distorted and grotesque, which is completely different from the general Taoism.

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

The first four characters are extremely fierce, and they are called "Seven Hate Demon Art".

This volume of animal skin book floated in front of Jiang Wang. Like a banner.

And Jiang Wang, who frowned and seemed to be trapped in some kind of painful choice, stretched out his hand unconsciously.

He wants to take the "flag".

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

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

But just before the fingertips approached, it stopped.

Between his brows is dense pain. The torment of the battle between heaven and man is fully revealed.

Jiang Wang's hand didn't come down for a long time. This ancient animal skin book seemed a little restless, and the runes on it floated one by one.

The magic text has sound.

A loud but ferocious voice, along with the restlessness of these runes, reverberated in this ancient magic cave, making the listeners terrified, afraid, and intoxicated!

The voice sings—

He hates the sky and is unkind, hates the earth without virtue, and hates people without righteousness.

Hate turning black and white, hate selfishness.

Hate the injustice in the world,

I hate my name forever!

I hate the world like a hater, and the world hates me like this.

The revenge of killing the father is nothing more than that! The hatred of taking his wife is nothing more than that!

There is no one in the world who can't be killed, and 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 scattered rules, unexpectedly has a faint feeling of revival.

Everything is in motion.

It was like a stream of living water was suddenly poured into a dead pool with only rotten mud and leaves left.

So everything has new possibilities.

This "Seven Devil Art of Hatred" has such an aura at the beginning, it seems to hate the world, hate all living beings, and regard the world as an enemy!

Its power is naturally beyond doubt.

Jiang Wang's fingers hanging over the animal skin book trembled slightly. As if there was an unbearable weight, he pressed his fingers down.

At this moment, he still had his eyes closed, as if he was sinking into a dream that he would never wake up from. The delicate and clean eyebrows and eyes in the past were shrouded in a kind of pain and gloom.

The trembling vitality, the restless breath, and the slowly recovering magic cave rules seem to explain——

This world is waiting for his choice!

Waiting for the young man's final decision.

It was like an endless amount of devilish energy, coming from nowhere, rolling and rolling in this ancient devil's lair, like subjects waiting for the king.

That dead and desolate tomb of myriad worlds is waiting for the power of new life!

...

In the restaurant in Zhongshan Kingdom, in front of Jiang Wang who was confronting Zhao Xuanyang, a book of animal skins appeared.

A voice roared from the bottom of my heart.

"Cultivate my Seven Hatred Demon Art, killing Zhao Xuanyang is like slaughtering chickens and dogs!"

In front of Jiang Wang who was walking in the Daoist Temple of Fenglin City in Zhuangguo, an 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, so let them see me as a demon! If you practice my Seven Hatred Demon Skills, you will be invincible in the world! There will be no one who opposes me, hates me, or falsely accuses me! Only the one who obeys me One, one who is subject, one who kneels!"

The real and the unreal are intertwined, and the reality and the dream struggle.

As if a torrential trend swept across, Jiang Wang's will was like a candle in the wind.

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

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In the ancient magic cave under the magma lake, Jiang Wang grasped forward with his hand, and was about to grab the volume of Seven Hate Demon Art in his hand.

But his eyes opened at this moment.

Those were a pair of... eyes that still had pain, confusion, and torment.

But these eyes looked at the "Seven Hate Devil Art", which must be a peerless exercise, without greed, yearning, or even the slightest bit of concern.

"Everyone says I'm a demon, so am I a demon?" The young monk asked.

His calm voice resounded in this desolate ancient demon cave: "Everyone in the world regards me as a demon, so I am. Do I want to be a demon?"

Inside his body, four light sources lit up one after another. The light of supernatural powers illuminates the original heart.

His voice became clearer and louder——

"I look up to the seven-foot man, look up to the sky, bow down to the ground, fulfill my promises, ask for my wishes, live in the world, do I live for what other people say?!"

He had almost grabbed the hand of the animal skin book, and took it back abruptly.

Clang!

Sauvignon Blanc suddenly came out of its sheath, held it in his hand, and cut off the volume of "Seven Hate Demon Art" without any regrets!

...

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

He said this very calmly.

From the beginning to the end, he never glanced at the animal skin book next to him.

This is my choice to follow my heart, a thousand times, ten thousand times, I will still choose this way.

I don't regret it.

...

Jiang Wang walked alone in the Taoist courtyard of Fenglin City in Zhuangguo.

He already has a comprehensive plan.

One is to invite the mysterious Uncle Deng to come forward through Zhao Rucheng to warn Yujingshan of the conspiracy of the Bone Road.

The second is to ask the help of "Zhen Wudi", whose real name has not been revealed yet, to report this matter to San Xing Gong through the illusion of emptiness, and ask Xing Ren Gong to send someone to the village!

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

In any case, he couldn't just watch Fenglin City be destroyed again.

It is impossible to sit back and watch so many people die like Zhuang Gaoxian did, and only hope for the final harvest.

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

But I, Jiang Wang, am not with them.

Don't have to be with them!

The scroll of animal skin representing great power was right in front of him, within reach. He kicked it and stomped it under his feet.

Go in stride!

...

The dreams that are difficult to distinguish between reality and reality have all stepped out.

In the lightless ancient magic cave, Jiang Wang slashed down with a sword.

Severe and decisive, leaving no leeway.

Before the sword's edge was about to reach, the animal skin book disappeared without a sound.

Like a broken bubble, like a very light sigh.

See you no more.

Searching the entire cave room, there is 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 Devil Art of Hate".

At this moment, he was holding the sword in his hand, and his eyes were completely awake, like a clear stream.

Those pains and sufferings all sink to the bottom of the water, and the only thing that can be seen is the firmness that refuses to compromise and the persistence that refuses to change.

And the devilish energy that surrounded him and was close to him gradually withered away after losing his support. But before they dissipated completely, they suddenly gathered together like flashbacks, condensing into a weird and twisted rune in mid-air!

The space is faintly distorted.

The word means——

"Stubbornly obsessed!"

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ps: Chou: enemy.

Tell a joke.

Since the novel. The technique of breaking chapters is to make people look forward to the next chapter even more. The more readers scratch their heads, the better the writing.

Maybe now is the new era.

You make some people scratch their heads...

He scolds you.

You are shaking your head and talking about the book, just a sentence: predict what will happen next, just listen...

Someone slashed at him with a knife - "Disgusting people out of context?"

...

I didn't speak yesterday because I didn't want to take a stand when I was emotionally broken. I don't want to say extreme things and make extreme decisions.

I just silently posted a chapter 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 such a writing atmosphere. Very uncomfortable.

I can't figure out what I did wrong, I didn't break the update, I didn't crash the plot, I didn't paddle, I didn't pass or collapse, all the plot lines so far are under my control.

So what am I being scolded for?

I am the first author who breaks chapters and buries hooks since the beginning of the world? For the first time in their lives, those who spray out chapters are scratching their heads to read a book?

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

But is attacking the author a natural way?

If you cut me a few times, I can bleed a little more and produce a few more chapters of novels?

Can't wait to lay eggs, so kill the chicken and get the eggs?

Authors who update with quality and quantity should not be treated like this.

I am indeed chilled.