Time passes, the sun rises and sets in the bamboo forest, and Hopeless is arranging the fence in front of the house. It seems to be leisurely, but in fact, he is extremely anxious. Nangong Qian had been gone for a day and a night and still hadn't left, and he felt an ominous feeling in his heart.
At this time, the black hole in the courtyard reappeared, and Nangong Qian climbed out, seemingly using all his strength. He slumped down on the bamboo chair and drank all the water in the pot before speaking.
"Master, I followed your guidance, meditated in the dark, and gathered the anger and resentment in my heart. I really broke through the shackles of 'Dragon White', and my demonic power was infinitely amplified. It was truly shocking and devastating. But my consciousness gradually gradually Swallowed by darkness, the demonization cannot be reversed..."
All this seemed to be expected, and Hopeless was not surprised. He just asked: "Then how did you get through the difficulties?"
"There is an old man in Hopeless Mountain. He used his magical power to overwhelm the demonic power and help me recover."
This time Wu Wang was shocked, "It's a forbidden place in the underworld. How come there is someone there? Is he a human or a soul?"
"It's a human being!" Nangong Qian affirmed.
Hopelessly falling into meditation, someone coughed softly in the thatched hut, it was a young woman. Wuwang smiled and said: "That's a bitch. She's not feeling well so she rarely goes out."
Hopeless opened the curtain and entered the room, and then there was a crisp sound. After muttering in a low voice, Hopeless came out with a clear red mark on his face.
"Your mistress has a bad temper, which makes my disciple laugh!" Wuwang had a stern expression, and suddenly said seriously: "There is a rare herb in the forbidden area of Wuwang Mountain, which absorbs the aura of confusion. It is called 'Wangyoucao'. It is regarded as a treasure by those who refine alchemy. . This man may go into the forbidden areas of the underworld to collect medicine, he is definitely an expert!"
"Master, how do I control the demon transformation? I won't have such good luck next time?"
Hopeless thought hard, then shook his head, "You go back first, I still have to think about it!"
When Mr. Qian returned to his mansion, Yuting Villa remained safe and sound. Hearing that the master's illness was getting serious, everyone was in such a hurry that they didn't even notice that he had disappeared for a day and a night.
Nangong Qian sighed secretly in his heart and could only shut himself in the room and enjoy the loneliness alone.
It's dark at night, and there's a lamp in the house. The main hall of the west courtyard is brightly lit, and Nangong Ding is having a detailed conversation with his son.
"Father, our master's health is deteriorating and he may not have much time left. You should advocate for the establishment of a clan as soon as possible without any further delay!"
"As my father is the eldest son, it is natural for him to establish a sect. But after the sect is established, the other sects must move away from Yuting Villa and establish new branches according to regulations. I am not worried about others. Qian'er is alone, how can he live?"
Mentioning Young Master Qian, Nangong Shen's face was full of disdain, "His father and his son practiced evil arts and entered the devil's way, which is their own destruction. No one else can blame them."
Nangong Ding sighed: "Having said that, we have deep ties of flesh and blood, and I can't bear to kick him out of the family! I want to ask the head of the family to let him join my family instead, so that he doesn't have to wander outside."
Nangong Shen wanted to argue, but his father waved his hand to stop him. "We will discuss the matter of establishing a clan later. The most urgent task is to eliminate Qian'er's demonic nature and let him return to the right path."
"Father, you asked me to pay attention to his whereabouts. I found that he often goes to Cuizhuyuan recently and has close contact with a stranger there."
"What's wrong with this person?"
"I heard that a young couple came from a foreign land and bought a bamboo hut to stay temporarily. I sent someone to spy on it, but found no sign of magic."
His father frowned and thought, and Nangong Shen carefully tried to test him: "Let me kill him with one knife, and I will also put an end to the thought of being a humble brother."
My father angrily rebuked: "You are always willing to hurt people and kill them. How can you act like a decent disciple? It is my fault that my father neglected to discipline you!"
The night is deep, the moon is moving in the clouds, there is a strong wind, and the mountain rain is about to come. Nangong Qian couldn't sleep. He had also heard about the establishment of a clan and would wander around the world. He would just have to suffer a little, but it would be hopeless to avenge Qu Weng. While he was tossing and turning, the light from the seal on his palm lit up again.
Nangong Qian's anger was ignited again, and he flew through the bamboo forest. It was still the same mountain cliff as that day. This thief was so arrogant, practicing magic skills and provocation, it was really intolerable.
He split the barrier with the power of his palm, and the man sat cross-legged without moving.
"Evil thief, I will cut you into pieces today to avenge Qu Weng!"
He quickly transformed into a demon. The red tentacles on his left hand stretched out and entangled him tightly. His right hand turned into a shocking giant fist. Mount Tai pressed down on the top, the sky collapsed and the earth shattered, and the man's body turned into dust and smoke.
Nangong Qian looked up to the sky and roared, letting out the anger and sadness in his heart. The wind and clouds rolled around, and the color of the heaven and earth changed.
At this time, a sneer came from beside him: "It turns out that you have become extremely demonic and cannot be reversed. Today I will do justice for God."
The man was clad in black and covered his face, and his eyes radiated a cold light.
When Nangong Qian saw that his enemy was not dead, he was furious. Black mist rose around him, and the violent energy condensed, forming an extremely cold space around him. Everything withered, and the wind sounded like a knife.
The man didn't dare to be careless, he kneaded the secret and recited a mantra, and eight points of blue light appeared around Nangong Qian. At first it flickered like starlight, then it skyrocketed, and the light intertwined into a large net, tightly binding Nangong Qian.
"This is the 'Demon Subduing Array' tailor-made for you. Tonight is the time when your soul will be gone!"
Nangong Qian roared again, his voice shaking the sky. His body swelled, and the blue light network was embedded directly into his flesh, making a hissing sound and gradually dimming, as if he was unable to support it and would break at any time.
The man was startled, and hurriedly used his kung fu to tighten the formation. The light grew brighter again, and Nangong Qian's body was squeezed and twisted. His face was ferocious, and his eyes were like copper bells, as if he wanted to eat people. The black energy is strong again, and the light is suppressed.
Such a tug-of-war, one ebbing and the other escalating, repeated for several rounds. Nangong Qian gained the upper hand, and the light net was torn in several places, making it difficult to support. The green and red colors of his arms became more and more dazzling, and he suddenly exerted force, shattering the light network into pieces.
The man was not in a hurry, his fingertips were flying, and the eight points of light gathered together, like a sharp sword, penetrating Nangong Qian's body. His demonization came to an abrupt end, and he fell to the ground twitching, blood oozing from his chest.
"You underestimate the 'Devil-Subduing Array' too much. The previous competition is just a battle of attrition, and the last blow is the ultimate move. You have been severely injured and suppressed by the power of the Demon-Suppressing Formation. How can you stand up?"
Nangong Qian's eyes were bleeding and he was burning with anger. He felt helpless and had severe pain in his chest. His true energy was rushing around in his body and could not be condensed.
The man roared proudly, and suddenly he held out a spiritual talisman, the color of which was like fire, like clouds all over the sky. "This 'earth-shaking' talisman will definitely break your body into pieces and kill you!"
The spiritual talisman fell from the sky, carrying a blazing light. Nangong Qian felt a figure flash in front of him, followed by an earth-shattering explosion, and air waves raised dust and smoke to obscure the stars and the moon...
At dusk the next day, Mr. Qian walked out of the dense forest and staggered forward. His breath was heavy, his body was unstable, and he was seriously injured. Arriving at Cuizhuyuan's hut, Hopeless was hacking away at him, leaving only his back.
"Master, I failed again!"
Hopeless was not surprised. He looked back and said: "You are young and energetic, eager for revenge, so reckless, which is expected. It's just that you just broke through the 'Longbai', and your demonic power is like a trickle over the embankment, unable to fully explode. It is reasonable for you to lose." ."
"Master, since you knew I was going to lose, why didn't you tell me in advance and cause me to be so seriously injured?" Nangong Qian couldn't help complaining.
"Because failure is an indispensable cultivation skill. I am very lucky that you can return safely."
"But I almost died, thanks to someone who saved me."
Wuwang's face turned stern and he asked in surprise: "Someone actually came to help? Who is it?"
"The man used a time and space transfer spell to teleport me out at the moment of the explosion, and then disappeared immediately. I only smelled a very fragrant rouge smell, it should be a woman."
Hopelessly meditating to no avail, he sighed: "Fortunately, she is a friend rather than an enemy, which is also a blessing. Your enemies thought you were dead, so you escaped, devoted yourself to cultivation, and achieved great success."
Seeing Nangong Qian's depressed expression, he patted his shoulder hard, "I have been thinking hard all night and have found a way to practice for you. The 'dragon white' in your body is like a dam trapping the demonic power. You must cultivate it into a thread, no matter how the demonic power is." Zoom in, like a kite string in your hand, you can let it go or take it in, you have complete control.”
"I was inspired by the Buddhist 'Bodhicitta' method and created the original 'Thread of Lighting Lamp' method, which allows you to be infinitely demonized. A lamp of good thoughts will be lit in your heart and will never be lost."
"Master, you are both a demon and a Buddha. Who are you?"
"I have been a Buddha, a demon, a lifetime of life and death, and I don't even know who I am as a teacher!"
"There is a waterfall at the end of the Styx River, called the 'River of Forgetfulness'. There you can see all the past events you have experienced. It can remind you of your humanity at any time, help you suppress your demonic nature, and practice the 'Thread of Light' mentality... "
It's early winter in the blink of an eye, with a light rain and the weather is getting colder. The head of the Nangong family is getting seriously ill, and people in Yuting Villa are panicking. Mr. Qian has been missing for more than a month. He has been searched for in many ways and has gradually been forgotten.
The green bamboo abyss is still peaceful. Hopeless is cleaning the fallen leaves in the courtyard, making a rustling sound, which makes people feel inexplicably sad. The curtain was raised, and Marcy came out. Although she looked haggard, she was in much better spirits.
"Tonight is the first experience of the underworld. It coincides with a period of extremely overcast weather, and a blood moon will appear in the sky. This is the moment when the magic power is at its peak. The alien soul is getting stronger day by day, and tonight may be the end of it."
Wuwang smiled and said: "It seems like it's time for my disciple to come out of seclusion!"
"Do you really think your disciple can defeat that alien spirit?"
"His hatred, his anger, and his cruelty have accumulated to the extreme. If he enters the land of despair again, he will be invincible, but the despair still needs some fire!"
Ma Xi understood what he meant and nodded in approval: "Old Ma is indeed right. Not only do you have wisdom, but you also have courage. I admire you a little."
"It's rare for a wife to praise you, and your husband is extremely happy."
Masi was angry, raised his eyebrows, waved his slender hand, and ducked away as hopelessly slippery as a loach. Marcy was unsteady and almost fell down. Hopelessly held her slender waist.
"I've given you an advantage this time. When I get back, I'll beat you with the soul whip and I'll make your skin and flesh go raw, and you'll let out this bad breath."
"I'll be waiting for you when you recover from your injuries!" Wu Wang said with a playful smile.
Ma Xi stood firm and said sternly: "Lao Ma has sent letters to me many times to ask me to go back. I can't delay it any longer. Tonight's decisive battle, the victory or defeat depends on it. Don't let me down!"
