At night, Guangzhou City, Yongshan Temple.

Ninety percent of the pagoda does not fall to the Buddha, and there is meritorious service for all eternity.

This is a Buddhist temple that even the Huang family in Guangdong has to be courteous, and it is also the only temple in Guangzhou.

Not only in the most expensive part of the inner city.

It is even built according to the top pattern of the Buddhist temple with one tower, two halls and three forests.

Every year, many scholars in Guangdong give countless incense.

At the same time that Liu Xin set foot on the road to Guangzhou City, on the top of this huge pagoda, a inheritance of the True Demon Sect was underway.

"If you want to cultivate the True Demon Skill, first of all, you have to know what the True Demon Skill is?"

On the ninth floor of the pagoda, a middle-aged man in a black robe stands in the center of the pagoda.

As he spoke, he saw a wisp of internal force appear on his fingertips.

This internal force is not the faint blue of ordinary martial artists' internal vision, nor is it white when it is released, nor is it the color of the five elements, black and white, which arises because of different exercises.

It's a faint, almost blue-red-blue ...... Purple!

Enchanting purple.

"In fact, there is only one set of exercises for the True Demon Skill, and this is created by the Supreme Demon Venerable.

In order to create a true demonic skill, the Supreme Demon Venerable disintegrated his body.

He used his body as a vehicle for research, and when his demon body completely collapsed, the true magic skill ......

It's just a success! ”

The black-robed middle-aged man's tone was full of respect, and there was a kind of suppressed fanaticism.

"But even if it's the same kind of true magic skill, there is a huge difference.

Ordinary believers only practice the most basic true demonic skills that strengthen the meridians of flesh and bones.

And the most important thing about the truly profound true magic skills is actually the mental method. ”

"Mental method?"

In front of him, on a black futon, sat a kneeling ...... A young man with a handsome face.

"That's right, if you cultivate the True Demon Skill, you will hear the demonic thoughts left by the Supreme Demon Venerable.

The Demon Mind will test whether the true Demon Skill inheritor's mind is firm.

Once you can't bear it, you will fall into the devil and become a mindless killer.

Although it will also increase its strength, if you don't have thinking, you can't be called a human being.

And as long as you carry it, you will receive a higher level of ability inherited by the Supreme Demon Venerable! ”

Speaking of this, there was a hint of remembrance in the eyes of the black-robed middle-aged man.

He had experienced that kind of pain back then, and he still can't forget it, but the huge leaps and bounds in strength he gained after carrying that pain also made him more determined to become a true demon inheritor.

"And if you want to practice advanced exercises, you need to use medicine.

And now that the medicine has been prepared in advance, are you ready to enter the inheritance hall of the true demonic skill? ”

"Ready!"

"Alright, let's go."

The black-robed middle-aged man slowly got up, left the nine-story stupa, and walked towards the higher part of the stupa.

This pagoda has more than nine floors!

And this handsome young man had just gone through an introductory ceremony to the True Demon Sect.

Plant a demon seed, establish a demon heart, and enter the demon path!

The young man's name is Zhuge Zhihao.

A child of a family from Longxi.

The legendary prime minister of the previous dynasty, who was known as the god operator, was a son of the Zhuge family in Longxi.

This Zhuge Zhihao can also be regarded as a descendant of that god operator.

Zhuge Zhihao followed the black-robed middle-aged man step by step on the top of the pagoda leading to a higher level.

However, I found that the space above was not as cramped and cramped as I imagined, on the contrary, the space of the tenth layer of the pagoda was very large.

Asking the doubts in his heart, the black-robed middle-aged man explained to him with a smile.

"Everyone in the world thinks that this Buddha is the ninth layer."

"Isn't it?" Zhuge Zhihao couldn't help but ask.

The black-robed middle-aged man shook his head and said with a smile:

"What is known to outsiders is indeed the ninth layer.

However, each floor of this stupa is one zhang and three feet high, and there are nine floors in total.

But in fact, each floor of the stupa is actually only one zhang high.

And the extra two zhang seven are the tenth layer here!

And on the outside of the stupa, each floor is three zhang three, and this stupa does not have any windows that can be opened, so the stupa is nine layers from the outside, and there is no problem. ”

"I see." Zhuge Zhihao removed the doubts in his heart and began to look curiously at the hidden tenth-story stupa.

This tenth-story stupa is two feet seven feet high, to be honest, this height is a bit too high.

Therefore, in the middle of this stupa there are three huge copper pillars supporting the highest level of the stupa.

These three bronze pillars that need to be wrapped around arms are carved with three statues of demon gods.

Just these three copper pillars are already quite a big deal!

"This is the demon god enshrined by the True Demon Sect.

Demon gods have three bodies, heart demons, flesh demons, and spirit demons.

Corresponding to the three-phase supernatural power of the demon god.

The cultivation of True Demon Gong is in these three directions. ”

The black-robed middle-aged man came to the middle of the three bronze pillars, turned around and explained to Zhuge Zhihao.

Then start introducing yourself.

"I am a missionary of the True Demon Sect, Xu Tinglan.

He is stationed in this inheritance hall, and he is also the missionary of every newcomer to the True Demon Sect.

From now on, your missionary will be me. ”

Zhuge Zhihao was a little puzzled, it was not the one in front of him who pulled him into the True Demon Sect.

But now, the one in front of him wants to pull him away from that camp.

Zhuge Zhihao began to hesitate to accept it.

The missionary who excavated him before he came did not say that this would happen.

As if seeing Zhuge Zhihao's hesitation, Xu Tinglan explained:

"I am the guardian of the Hall of Inheritance, and I am also the user.

All missionaries of the True Demon Sect are eligible to use this Hall of Inheritance.

And the missionary who unearthed you does not like to take disciples, so I will do the rest of the lineage for him.

Do you have any objections? ”

Zhuge Zhihao thought about it, and the person who took him from Longxi really didn't tell him what he would encounter in the Inheritance Palace, nor did he remind him of anything.

I think the missionary was clear in his heart.

And Zhuge Zhihao wants to join the True Demon Sect for only one reason, that is, to become stronger and become freewheeling.

You can do what you want to do according to your own heart.

It can be unaffected by other people.

Yes, do what you want!

At least get rid of the current fate.

Be a person who can control your own destiny.

He has been dominated by people for eighteen years in his life, and when he finally finds an opportunity to control his own destiny, he will definitely seize it.

In addition to himself, it is also for the person who gave his life to himself......

Zhuge Zhihao is a descendant of the Zhuge family in Longxi.

Unlike other families, the Zhuge family has always wanted to regain its prestige.

The Zhuge family believes in governing the country with culture.

I want to return to the court and reinvigorate the prestige of the god operator back then.

This time when they came to the South China Sea, the Zhuge family brought the most outstanding children, as well as the most unpopular children.

That is, Zhuge Zhihao, and their purpose is to participate in the Shusheng Festival held in the South China Sea.

Zhuge Zhihao doesn't like to read, but likes to practice martial arts, his talent is good, and with the great cause of the Zhuge family, he can naturally find a good way to practice.

Now it is the cultivation of the inferior Dacheng realm.

For a person from a non-martial arts family and a Jianghu sect, being able to break through the Dacheng Realm is enough to show his talent.

And he wandered around the city of Canton for three days, and finally came to a liking by a missionary.

And then I came to this place.

"Let me say it first, although I am here to learn art, but I don't sell my body to learn art. You were the ones who pulled me in, not me who asked to join you.

Therefore, I had to be given enough freedom! ”

The black-robed middle-aged man nodded with a smile and agreed almost without hesitation.

This kid has good talent, but his heart and eyes are poor. True Demon Skills are something you can practice if you want to, and you can leave if you want, the Demon Skill of True Demon Skill is haunted by demonic thoughts, and you will always be at our mercy until you cultivate to the upper threefold!

The black-robed middle-aged man thought so in his heart.

But he said: "The real transmission is about to begin, the demon seed in your body has been planted, the demon heart is newborn, and it will take a period of time to give birth to it before it can be regarded as the real introduction to the true magic skill!" ”

Zhuge Zhihao waved his hand indifferently and said, "It doesn't matter, I've been cultivating fast since I was a child." It should be quite fast to come and cultivate this true magic skill. I must go back before the old man goes home, or I don't know what they will do to the city of Canton. ”

"Where shall I go, shall I sit there?"

Zhuge Zhihao didn't wait for the black-robed middle-aged man to speak, and then continued, while pointing to the location of a demon god statue, and there was a futon under the demon god statue.

The black-robed middle-aged man glanced at it, nodded silently, and then said: "That's the Spirit Demon Statue, you start channeling the spirit body first, attract the demon seed, combine it with the internal force in your body, soak the demon seed with the internal force, and give birth to the magic power."

When your magic power is successfully channeled, it will gradually be replaced, increasing the internal force in your body.

And this process generally takes a few days, and if you have a good talent, you can do it in a day or two..."

Suddenly, the black-robed middle-aged man stared at Zhuge Zhihao, who had just sat down, with wide eyes, only to see that above his head, where the three flowers gathered, there was a black mist floating up in wisps.

Is that... A symbol of magical success!

Generally speaking, it takes five to ten days for a talented martial artist to plant a demon seed and generate magic power.

Those who are gifted in the heavens will have two or three days.

The pride of the sky may be able to be completed in one day.

But Zhuge Zhihao has not had a breath since he sat down?

This talent... This talent can no longer be described in ordinary words.

What a proud son of the sky, what a hero in the world, this is clearly the reincarnation of the demon god!

The black-robed middle-aged man almost couldn't help but kneel.

If Zhuge Zhihao can become his disciple...

In the future, if Zhuge Zhihao grows up and becomes a missionary, no, he will become a deputy head or even... Master!

Then his status will also rise!

Thinking of this, the black-robed middle-aged man trembled a little with excitement.

"Huh? Missionary, what are you doing here? ”

The black-robed middle-aged man stopped his trembling body with excitement, looked at Zhuge Zhihao, who had already gotten up, and asked with some surprise:

"Why are you up?"

Zhuge Zhihao directly pointed to the top of his head, and then touched the position of his dantian and said:

"I already felt the magic generated by the demon seed replacing all my internal force, and continued to urge, as if it had no effect at all, and I got up.

I also want to ask the missionary, what is my situation? ”

Looking at Zhuge Zhihao's clear and stupid eyes, the middle-aged man in the black robe almost wanted to cut himself with a knife.

Zhuge Zhihao's words made him feel inferior, as if he shouldn't exist in this world, and he was a piece of garbage.

If it is said that it is not enough to breathe, it is already inhuman to channel the magic power and give birth to the magic power.

In less than two breaths, the magic power has been completely transformed, and it is really not something that people can do.

The black-robed middle-aged man thought about the time when he transformed his magic power.

Two days to give birth to magic power, it is already at the level of Tianjiao.

It took another four hours to transform all the magic power, and it was already an extremely strong existence in Tianjiao.

And now, two breaths...

Compared with Zhuge Zhihao, there is really no need for garbage to exist in this world.

With a strong inferiority complex, the black-robed middle-aged man still pointed to the location of another demon god statue.

This time his movements were still a little shaky, but this time it was not excitement, but excitement.

I feel like I'm not interested in living.

He's misanthropic!

But what the black-robed middle-aged man didn't know was that in the ninth-floor pagoda, after planting the demon seed for Zhuge Zhihao, the demon seed in Zhuge Zhihao's body began to generate magic power on its own.

To be honest, Zhuge Zhihao's magic power is indeed useless.

But the transformation of the magic took some time, well, about a quarter of an hour or so.

That is, the time when the black-robed middle-aged man brought Zhuge Zhihao up.

Therefore, if the middle-aged man in the black robe knows the truth, there should be no need to be so inferior, at least it will be better.

Zhuge Zhihao looked at the statue of the demon god and was a little puzzled: "What kind of statue is this demon god?" ”

The black-robed middle-aged man barely cheered up and said, "This is, the Heart Demon God Statue." See the heart demon, slash the heart demon, swallow the heart demon, I am the heart demon! ”

The black-robed middle-aged man thought to himself, the Heart Demon God Statue is not looking at talent, but willpower.

Mind Slayer, that's about as difficult as suicide.

It's not something that can be done quickly with good talent.

Zhuge Zhihao sat thoughtfully under the statue of the Heart Demon God, there was no futon here, but there was a large pool of dark red marks on the ground below the statue of the Heart Demon God.

Those were all the people who had been brought here to develop the demon seed before, and they couldn't bear the pain of the demon under the statue of the heart demon, and the dark red mark formed by the blood they spit out when they tried to escape.

The black-robed middle-aged man secretly thought in his heart that he had vomited several liters of blood under this statue of the Heart Demon God back then.

Every time I want to get rid of the inner demons of the inner demon statue. You have to bite the tip of your tongue and force out the blood that is stuck in your heart.

And just after Zhuge Zhihao sat under this statue of the Heart Demon God and closed his eyes.

A feeling that seemed to be in a deep slumber came over him, a very, very strong sleepiness.

And with this sleepiness, Zhuge Zhihao finally fell into that dream.

And this dream Zhuge Zhihao doesn't know how many times he has experienced it.

The wind is cold in the north, and the sky is snowing heavily. However, the color of the whole sky connecting the earth is not white.

Rather, it was gray, and even in the distance, the color there turned into a deepest darkness.

And at this moment, it is obviously noon.

But the sky was so dark.

The earth, covered with a thick layer of snow, is an extremely deep and viscous red.

and, deeper than the sky, black earth.

Zhuge Zhihao didn't know how many times he had experienced this dream.

How many times he dreamed back, he would come to this piece of black snow in the sky.

The black earth hidden by the vast white, and the tragic scarlet that seeped into the black earth.

Zhuge Zhihao stood in the middle of the snow, and the whole world excluded him, but at the same time, he was forced to stand helplessly.

Heaven and earth do not belong to him, and he does not belong to this heaven and earth.

But he had to be here.

Zhuge Zhihao lowered his head and looked at the ...... he was holding tightly in his hand

Pen.

There is also a touch of red on the barrel, but a touch of dark red, and there are even drips on the tip of the pen, mixed with the red of black snowflakes......

What do I want this for?

Zhuge Zhihao wanted to roar loudly in this world, and wanted to roar out this sentence.

But he struggled, his muscles bulging, trying to shout the words.

But his mouth struggled to open.

Only the black snow kept falling in the whole world, and there was silence.

He still couldn't do what he tried so hard, even though it had been an unknown number of attempts.

But he still struggled, exhausted, and struggled like every time before......

Until the black snow suddenly stopped, hovering in mid-air.

Gradually, the black snow continues......

But it didn't fall to the white earth.

Instead, it's going in the direction where the snow is falling!

Boundless black snow flew from the ground to the sky.

The black earth covered with heavy white snow began to bulge and collapse, and the white snow was shaken away, and then flew towards the sky with the black snowflakes.

More and more white snowflakes turned black and flew towards the sky.

The black permafrost also protruded upwards and cracked.

The earth was sinking and cracking, but it was still silent.

Whether it's the black snowflakes flying against the current in the sky, or the black earth constantly falling apart and exploding, everything is silent.

And as cracks continued to appear in the black earth, the shadows in the depths of the rifts had a bloody light.

Then in front of Zhuge Zhihao, the world was completely upside down, and white snowflakes turned into black snowflakes and poured into the sky.

The earth was completely torn apart, dense like a spider's web, and beneath these cracks, red light shimmered violently.

As the red light became more and more intense, strands of red liquid water emerged from the cracks.

These red, sticky, water-like things, from being as thin as a hair at first, to being as thick as a finger, and finally continuing to converge into an arm-thick and thigh-thick ......

I don't know how long it took......

Eventually, a bright red waterspout swept across the world.

Zhuge Zhihao looked at the scene in front of him as if the world was collapsing, and he seemed to see himself laughing.

Even in the face of this apocalyptic scene, he was smiling.

He laughed more and more excitedly, more and more hideous, more and more crazy!

And it was as if he could hear his own almost mad laughter, from the boundless abyss, from the place where the red waterspout was born.

"What do I want this for?"

Finally, Zhuge Zhihao heard what he said clearly.

Then the heavens and the earth collapsed.

It's like a world made of yellow sand, everything turns into sand and keeps falling down.

Even Zhuge Zhihao's body decomposed and dissipated.

Demons, now!