He and It

"Practice according to the above method." The devil said, "Within three days, I want to see your progress, otherwise, your child's hand will not be saved."

After saying that, he left. King Chishui was extremely confused and didn't understand what he meant. Looking at the animal skin again, it was as difficult and obscure as a heavenly book.

Naturally, even if he scratched all his hair, he still gained nothing in the past three days. Three days later, the devil came to inspect him. Seeing his frightened look, he just smiled happily.

That night, King Chishui met his five-year-old son.

Immediately afterwards, his ignorant and childish little son's left arm was suddenly cut off by the dark tentacles, and blood spurted out!

King Chishui's eyes turned black, and he roared at the top of his lungs, trying to kill the devil. However, the other party easily took away his son and left him a message.

"Within three days, I want to see your progress, otherwise, your child's hand will not be saved."

He worked hard to learn and understand. In the process, his youngest son lost another hand and a leg.

He was crazy, dazed, and numb, but the devil only took pleasure in his pain. When he finally got started and was able to "incorporate the air flow between heaven and earth into his body to rotate", King Chishui had already begun to doubt the object and purpose of revenge. Does he want to take revenge on the traitors, the devil, or is he desperate and choose the devil?

"What's wrong, you hate me?" the devil said carelessly, "It's useless to hate me. Let me tell you, what you saw were all false illusions. Your son is dead long ago. Get out of Chishui City. In a moment, he was beheaded by the new king. However, the method you practice requires you to use this technique to improve your state of mind."

King Chishui thought for a while, then slowly nodded and said: "Oh, okay."

"Continue to practice," Yan Huan said impatiently, "In thirty days, I want to see your progress, otherwise, you will not be able to keep your hand."

On the side, Liu Fuguang said helplessly: "You chose the love-ending path for him. It is indeed fast to practice, but..."

"I can't help it," Yan Huan shrugged, "He is such a loser. If he doesn't seize the time to practice, how will he be able to withstand the troops who destroyed him? Just make do with it, and let me fight for him."

Chapter 231 Ask Here (Fifty-Nine)

Even though he knew that the illusion in the mirror was impermanent and that the relationship between teacher and student had lasted for more than ten years, Liu Fuguang still felt unbearable towards King Chishui under Yan Huan.

He knew Yan Huan's jealous temper, and trying to persuade him himself would be like adding fuel to the fire. He sighed, "I hope your method will be effective."

Facts have proved that Yan Huan's method is not only effective, but also completely beyond Liu Fuguang's imagination.

In the life of King Chishui, he experienced becoming a king and being deposed one after another. Then he had three limbs broken off by the elders who had watched him grow up, and he was driven out of the royal city like a dead dog. The identity of the deposed king was known to the whole world, and he suffered the loss of his wife. The misfortune of his son's tragic death... When he was young, he was extremely wealthy, but after middle age, it turned into a passing cloud, as if the illusion of gold dust disappeared, leaving only the ferocious and sinister real world, opening its bloody mouth to him.

Now, he is in the hands of Yan Huan. There is no other way to become a demon and enter the Tao, which is as many as the sands of the Ganges River. He reshaped Chishui King's meridians, and casually found out the formulas and movements of the Duanqing Dao, forcing him to practice even to the point of death.

King Chishui was completely shattered, and he asked Yan Huan to shape it into whatever shape he wanted. His most evil words and deeds reshaped his mind and completely changed him as a person.

"Power is the foundation of everything," Yan Huan said slowly. The Chishui King underneath had been smashed into a bloody gourd. "You want to create a beautiful world and want everyone to act according to your rules. Without power, How can you do this? With great power in your hands, your ideals will be regarded as the kingdom of heaven, rather than the empty words of a madman."

"Big fish eat small fish, small fish eat shrimps, and the strongest eats them all." Yan Huan smiled to himself, "This is the simplest and most fundamental truth in the world. It's just because you don't understand, That’s why we fell to where we are today.”

He tapped his fingers lightly and casually dropped some tentacles on the sand. The demonic energy was billowing, and the dark tentacles were surging with the phantom color of oil. They swelled when the wind hit the wind, and in an instant they turned into chaotic and invisible monsters with flailing limbs and mouths, tearing towards the Chishui King. Bite through.

King Chishui only held a big sword, but the blade was covered with the red light of the flames. He roared and fought fiercely with the ghost beasts. Hurricane-like flames exploded on the ground, burning the sand into molten crystals. Glaze color.

It's just that in the sea of ​​fire, mortals have the inherent power of the flames, and they still cannot resist the ghost beasts that constantly regenerate. King Chishui's arm was torn off in two or two strokes, blood spurted from his mouth and nose, and he hit the stone pillar heavily.

The ghost beast dragged him like a dead dog, and Yan Huan turned into a strange black mist, floating leisurely to the side of Chishui King.

"You know, there are so many different kinds of people in the world, but there is only one kind of person that I hate the most." He turned to the other side, smiling lowly and gritting his teeth, "I hate men who have failed their wives the most. Because this kind of people People obviously have the opportunity that I dream of, but they don’t cherish it..."

The most evil face was floating in the wind, and his eyes were like rising bubbles, rolling up from all over his body. They glanced at the Chishui King casually, and the mere glance made him tremble violently.

The sweeping flames suddenly shrank, jumping unwillingly on the sand.

"Whose fault is it that your wife and children died tragically?"

King Chishui murmured: "...It's my fault."

"Your country changed hands to someone else, and your loyal subjects were also wiped out. Whose fault is it?"

King Chishui pursed his lips and said, "...mine."

"Whose fault is it that you have ended up where you are now? From being the king of a country to becoming humbler than a dog?"

The lingering fires everywhere were extinguished.

King Chishui numbly said: "...me."

The Evil sneered and left him, and used the extremely painful method before to make him grow his arms again.

"As long as you have an idea!" Yan Huan said with satisfaction. Before he could say something heart-wrenching, Liu Fuguang stared at him from behind in displeasure, with an obvious threat.

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