Qu Weng was buried in a mass grave in Caogang, back mountain. An elder came to preside over the funeral, which was hasty. The family members of the disciples who attended the funeral saw that Nangong Qian was as fearful as a tiger and did not dare to approach him. After the ceremony, the birds and animals dispersed in a hurry. In the bleak autumn wind, Mr. Qian knelt in front of the grave, as motionless as a clay sculpture.
Until the sun set, he stood up numbly, hungry in his belly, and instinctively followed the scent in his memory and went straight to the town. There was an endless stream of people on the street, and they all ran away from him when they saw him, as if they were encountering a ghost.
As soon as they entered the tavern they frequented, all the diners dispersed in fear. The shopkeeper was a middle-aged man. He bowed down and kowtowed like a chicken pounding rice. "I'll forgive you, Mr. Qian. It's a great honor for you to come to this shop, but everyone is afraid of you." I don’t dare to come back because of my overwhelming power. This is a small business and I can’t afford to delay it. Please move elsewhere!”
Nangong Qian had no choice but to leave, and the shopkeeper offered wine and meat again, "This is a small shop that honors you. Please don't come here again." He was asked out and had to return to Qu Weng's grave. Fortunately, there was wine and meat. He drank as much as he wanted and talked to Qu Weng, and he became drunk in a short while.
It was a cold night and the chill was biting. When Nangong Qian woke up, he found the red mark on his palm shining faintly. He suddenly thought of the young man's words and Qu Weng's death, and his teeth shattered.
"Qu Weng, I will avenge you and cut the murderer into pieces!" He ran down the mountain and found that the light was sometimes weak and sometimes strong, clearly guiding the direction.
He turned around and entered the mountain. The bamboo forest was deep. In the canyon next to it, the stream was roaring. Further on, he reached the end of the cliff. The light in his palm was bright. Look, this is where he was. Nangong Qian took a bath in the cool breeze and gradually calmed down.
This man is hiding in the wilderness late at night and has a barrier. He must have an ulterior secret. He softly recited the incantation and carefully untied the barrier. The seal on his palm also connected with his mind, and the light gradually extinguished.
The barrier slowly opened, and he saw a man sitting on the ground from a distance, with his five hearts pointing to the sky. There was a red curtain hanging above his head, emitting a strange purple light. Nangong Qian knew that this was a giant spiritual talisman, but with such a color, it was definitely not a good thing.
While he was guessing the purpose of the magic talisman, the other person slowly stood up and let out a deep laugh, "Someone broke into the barrier again and died, no wonder I!" His words undoubtedly confessed his crime. Nangong Qian was furious and jumped up from his hiding place. .
"Sure enough, it was you, a scoundrel, who killed Qu Weng. Today I want to avenge Qu Weng!"
The man was covered in black clothes, with only two eyes shining brightly. He was surprised when he saw Mr. Qian, "You are such a meddlesome kid, you secretly spy on my secrets and seek your own death. No one else can blame you!"
He made a secret with his right hand, activated the giant red talisman, and suddenly a purple light shone on Mr. Qian. Nangong Qian didn't know how to defend himself, so he had to retreat backwards.
"You can actually resist my soul-stirring light. It seems that your demonization has penetrated deep into your bones!" His words once again confirmed the revenge for killing Qu Weng and dispelled Nangong Qian's last doubt. In his rage, he was on the verge of madness. The "Earth Surge" on his right arm appeared and went straight into the ground. The rocks collapsed, the roar was deafening, and the momentum was terrifying.
The masked man sneered: "Aren't you afraid that the demonic energy will attack your heart if you reveal your demonic form so quickly?" Before he finished speaking, countless red tentacles emerged from the ground, entangled his body and strangled his throat.
"Qu Weng, I will avenge you right now!" Nangong Qian roared loudly, and the man under the tentacles suddenly turned into smoke.
"Is it the 'Shadow Incarnation'?"
The man fell from the sky like a sky filled with stars, and countless shining talismans fell down. Nangong Qian's left arm suddenly swelled, its color was bright green, and the dark vortex in his palm was fully activated, churning up the torrent and absorbing all the talismans.
"You actually sucked all the 'Demon Breaking Talisman'? You have the guts!" The masked man silently recited a spell, and there was an explosion sound from Nangong Qian's left arm, like fireworks and green blood splashing.
Mr. Qian let out a strange roar, and struck head-on with a huge fist in his right hand, which was powerful enough to break open a mountain and carve a deep hole in the ground. The man's human body method was like electricity, and he attached a golden talisman to his wrist. His long arms trembled violently and contracted as if they were shocked by electricity, then returned to normal.
"It seems that the 'Supreme Demon-Breaking Talisman' is very effective for a demon like you. You should die!"
He flew forward and used the same movement technique to seal Nangong Qian's left arm with another talisman. Mr. Qian's arms were lowered, obviously unable to move. He exerted all his strength, black energy rose on his face, his body swelled, and his arms began to become demonic again.
At the critical moment, a white light flashed all over his body, and the demonization came to an abrupt end. At this moment, the masked man came and hit him hard on the chest. Nangong Qian spurted blood, moved back, and fell straight down the cliff...
At dawn, Master Qian staggered to the Cuizhuyuan of Xishan Mountain. In the early morning, the mist rises and the path twists and turns, as if leading to a misty fairyland. The bamboo forest is rippling like blue waves in the wind. In front of several thatched houses in the forest, the young man is cleaning the courtyard, as if he is splashing ink, not in a hurry.
He was not surprised when he saw Nangong Qian coming injured, and said calmly: "You just want to kill the enemy with your own hands and take risks, but unfortunately you are limited by 'Long Bai'. It is expected that you will be defeated."
Nangong Qian put his hand on his chest and gasped, "Since you know, please tell me how to break free from the shackles of 'Dragon White' and maximize my power?"
"This is also simple, but I want to remind you that if you do that, you will become a demon. Everyone will fear you, hate you, avoid you, and talk about you with a change of attitude. You will become a demon that everyone despises. Can you make such a transformation? accept?"
Mr. Qian's eyes were bloodshot and his words were categorical, "As long as I can gain the strength to avenge Qu Weng, I am willing to go to the Asura Hell. What does it mean to be a demon?"
The young man smiled and nodded: "Very good, you are courageous! As long as you pass this test, I will teach you how to break through the limitations of 'Dragon White' and maximize the power of the two demons."
He said and handed over a slender wine flask, which was crystal clear and very delicate. Nangong Qian took it in his hand and didn't know why. "You go to a busy city, drink this wine, and then sit still."
"Then what should I do?" Mr. Qian asked in confusion.
The young man smiled mysteriously, "You will know then!"
Nangong Qian was completely confused, but he still followed his instructions and came to the center of the town. In front of the Jishan Building, the traffic was very busy. As soon as Nangong Qian appeared, someone screamed and everyone fled in a hurry, leaving a mess behind.
He was not surprised by this situation and dealt with it calmly. Mr. Qian raised his neck and drank the wine from the pot. The taste was soft and sweet, just like the "osmanthus brew" that women like to drink. He sat still and meditated, waiting for what was about to happen.
The sun rose and he remained motionless. The dispersed crowd slowly gathered back together, watching from a distance. Someone who was brave threw an egg, and it hit Nangong Qian right between the eyebrows. The egg liquid splashed everywhere, covering half of his face. Everyone dispersed in fear again.
Mr. Qian didn't move. It wasn't because he didn't want to move. He was already paralyzed, his breathing was gradually weakening, and he couldn't even move his little finger to raise his eyelids. Except for his clear consciousness, his whole body was in a state of suspended animation.
Seeing that nothing happened, the crowd slowly gathered again. Some threw rotten vegetables and garbage, while others grabbed him by the collar and slapped him loudly.
"Don't be afraid, everyone, this monster is dead!" someone shouted. As a result, more good-hearted people swarmed up, fought with fists and kicks, and began to abuse the dog.
Nangong Qian couldn't move, but he was extremely sensitive to pain. He gritted his teeth and secretly cursed the crazy people, the damn young man, and the damn "Osmanthus Brewing".
The crowd dragged his "corpse" and cheered. Someone suggested: "Dog's blood can suppress evil, why not give it a try?" So someone found a pot of dog's blood and poured it all over his head and body. Some people were still angry and shouted: "It is too easy for such a monster to die. He should be infamy for forever!"
Someone with good intentions stopped a dung truck and poured it all over him. The stench was so high that everyone covered their noses and dispersed. Some people were not satisfied yet, "Why don't we take off his clothes and let him die on the street..."
"What on earth did I do wrong? You hate me so much and humiliate me so much?" The anger in Nangong Qian's heart accumulated infinitely, and traces of black energy overflowed from his body, lingering like a black ribbon spiraling up, and the sky followed it. In response, dark clouds cover the sun, layers pile up like Mount Tai, and a storm is coming. Everyone saw the strange phenomenon and ran for their lives in fear.
A bolt of black lightning fell from the sky, and Nangong Qian suddenly stood up, with a ferocious face and eyes like torches. The ribbons around him turned into black energy and scattered with the power of destruction. At the critical moment, someone shot like lightning, and the golden talisman was shot out, spreading in all directions, forming a barrier to absorb the huge power.
A middle-aged man in brocade clothes floated over, followed by a young man. "Father, he has been trapped by your Four Diamond Formations. Quickly destroy this monster with five thunderbolts!"
The middle-aged man's face sank and he said: "He is also your brother of the same race, why are you saying such evil things to him?"
"Father, you see that his demonization has reached its ultimate level and is almost irreversible. Only by removing him quickly can we keep the family innocent!"
The middle-aged man sighed: "Shen'er, you don't know what your father is! But after all, he is my brother Sheng's flesh and blood, and I can't do anything to him!"
Nangong Ding squeezed the secret with his right hand, and the four golden talismans rotated rapidly, forming a vortex of clear water, washing away the dirt on Mr. Qian's body. At the same time, he sternly scolded: "Qian'er, I have warned you many times, never use the power of the demon talisman again, you But he turned a deaf ear and quickly went back to face the wall and think about his mistakes. If he does it again, don’t blame my uncle for being ruthless!"
Early the next morning, Nangong Qian came to the Green Bamboo Forest Lodge again. This time he was menacing and murderous. He was clearly here to seek revenge.
The young man was drinking tea in front of the door, leisurely and contented, without any fear. "You're here, how about a drink first?"
Nangong Qian pointed with his finger, "You are such a slutty kid, you used poisonous wine to harm me. I was bullied in every possible way, which is a thousand times better than the humiliation of your crotch. Now I want to repay you twice as much!"
"It's so wonderful, tell me!"
Mr. Qian was furious and overflowing with murderous intent, "I was tortured in every possible way and even had dog blood and feces poured on me. Are you satisfied? I wish I could eat those people alive. But before that, I will cut you into pieces!" He was full of murderous intentions, and the edge of his palm began to become demonic.
"Very good, it seems you passed the test!" The young man stood up and said seriously: "You have broken through my 'Dragon Flower Dew' and accumulated so much resentment and anger. You will definitely be able to break through the 'Dragon White' in one fell swoop. Limitations!"
The style of painting changed suddenly, and Nangong Qian was a little at a loss.
"You have to worship me as your teacher, and then I will teach you the method of cultivation!" The young man's eyes shone brightly, his expression was full of energy, and he was completely different from before.
Although Mr. Qian was confused, his hatred was still there. He stared at him for a long time, then suddenly knelt down and paid homage respectfully. The man smiled and said: "You can be taught to be a child even though you have resentment in your heart, but you can bear the humiliation and bear the burden!"
He took out a pitch-black hairpin from his arms and casually drew it on the ground, revealing a deep hole with no bottom. "My master will open a secret realm for you, leading directly to the Hopeless Mountain in the underworld. It is a forbidden place in the underworld, a place of extreme darkness. You can release the anger and resentment in your heart to your heart's content, and use the power of darkness to enhance your demonic power and break through the barrier."
Nangong Qian felt respectful after hearing this, and couldn't help but ask: "Master, who are you? Why do you know such a weird cultivation method?"
"Just call me hopeless! This method is dangerous and I don't know what will happen. Do you have the courage?" Nangong Qian jumped into the black hole without even thinking...
