A cave, surrounded by darkness, with only some lights burning in the middle.
The lights formed a circle, and in the middle of the circle was an altar.
"You said that was a black flying knife?" The man in black asked with his back to the man behind him.
"Yes, that is a black flying knife." When Liu Ming mentioned the flying knife again, he was still a little scared.
The man in black turned his face, but he couldn't see his face because he was wearing a mask. "Can you see what that knife looks like?"
Liu Ming said: "The black one is longer than the palm of my hand. It was dark at the time, so I don't know what material it is made of."
The man in black was silent for a while, and then slowly raised his drooping right hand, as if looking at his fingernails, "I wonder what the material is? Is it black?"
Liu Ming nodded. I'm afraid he will never forget that flying knife in his life, because the fear that flying knife brought to him has penetrated deep into his heart.
Then, he trembled.
The man in black seemed to have noticed something, and suddenly asked: "Are you afraid?"
Liu Ming's heart tightened, "Of course I won't be afraid! It's just a small flying knife."
The man in black suddenly said in a deep voice: "But you panicked."
Liu Ming felt a kind of pressure coming from the man opposite him. It was pressure that he had never felt before, and it could make him breathless.
Although he never knew how strong the mysterious man in front of him was, he knew that this mysterious man was definitely not weak!
A person who can control such an organization must not be too weak, otherwise it will be difficult to convince the public.
Especially as Liu Ming learned more and more about this organization, his ideas became more and more determined.
But now, Liu Ming truly felt how high the realm of the man in front of him was! In front of him, it was difficult for him to resist. He was like an ant, and he was a mountain.
Looking at him, I was like an ant at the foot of the mountain looking up at the top of the mountain hidden in the clouds and mist, never being able to see clearly.
Under the increasing power of this man, Liu Ming's breathing gradually became rapid, his legs were shaking, and he was a little unsteady, as if he might fall at any time.
The man wearing the mask said in a tone that was not a compliment: "Although you are indeed very suitable for the technique I gave you, and the speed of your practice also makes me very satisfied."
Liu Ming did not show any expression of joy, because he knew that the man had not finished speaking yet.
"But now you make me very disappointed." The man's tone gradually became colder, and he repeated "disappointed" twice.
"No, no..." Liu Ming shook his head vigorously. His expression was a bit ferocious, and he was constantly struggling. However, it was like a mountain was pressing down on him, and his waist kept bending, making him unable to
Continue to stand upright.
The man was still where he was and didn't move at all.
"What's the point of your life?" The man's voice was plain, but it contained a kind of demonic quality.
"What's the meaning?..."
The man continued: "Think about your brother, how did he die? Do you want revenge?"
"Brother, brother! No, I want revenge!" Liu Ming's eyes were filled with hatred, and gradually, his eyes were filled with a coquettish red light.
Suddenly, the masked man stretched out his right hand, and a stream of blood-red spiritual power emerged from his palm, directly penetrating Liu Ming's chest.
That red light was filled with an aura of evil and violence.
"Ah~"
Then, there was a scream.
Liu Ming's face became more and more distorted at this time, as if he was enduring great pain, but at this time he straightened his back.
Slowly, the angry murderous intent in Liu Ming's eyes became stronger and stronger, and the aura on his body became heavier and heavier, as if he had exceeded the limit of an innate master.
The man wearing the mask slowly stopped his power, and the red light in his palm slowly disappeared. Everything fell into silence. Even the killing intent that was constantly flowing in Liu Ming's eyes also calmed down as Liu Ming closed his eyes.
Liu Ming just stood upright on the spot with his eyes closed.
But it can be seen that there is a strong evil spirit flowing on his body!
"Come on." The masked man said.
Liu Ming was seen walking around with his eyes closed, and slowly came to the side of the masked man.
The masked man waved his sleeves gently, and a gust of breeze blew past the altar behind him. There was a "click" sound, and a one-foot-wide hole was revealed in the middle of the altar. Under the hole, red viscous liquid was flowing.
I don't know what kind of liquid that liquid was, but there was a strong smell of blood coming out of the hole.
"Go!" the masked man shouted softly.
I saw Liu Ming jump up and fall into the hole, and then submerged in the red liquid in the hole.
Immediately afterwards, the cave entrance slowly closed, and it was as if nothing happened inside the cave.
The man stared at the altar for a while and said softly: "I didn't expect that man to hurt Liu Ming's soul. It seems that he has realized the meaning of Taoism."
The man was silent for a while, seeming to sigh, but also admiring, "I never thought that such a genius could exist in the world."
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A cave filled with blood.
A man is tied to chains and immersed in red liquid.
Above the man's head, there was a dark red sword floating. The sword rotated slowly on the iron chain, constantly extracting red aura from the bloody liquid underneath.
This picture is very strange.
A masked man stood on the stone steps in the distance, staring at the slowly rotating sword.
He raised his palm, and a mellow and warm spiritual power was injected into the sword from his palm, while in the other hand, a bloody spiritual power was injected into the sword.
These are two different kinds of spiritual power. One is the pure cultivation method of the righteous way, and the other is the magic method of the demonic way. And judging from the purity of the spiritual power, it can be seen that the magic method practiced by men is also orthodox.
Demonic Way and Righteousness.
You must know that the incompatibility between good and evil is not only reflected in the conflict between evil and evil, but also in martial arts.
However, it is very strange that these two techniques are manifested in one person, and there is no sign of going crazy due to the conflict between good and evil.
After a while, the man stopped injecting spiritual power. He seemed to have become weak, and there was no strength in his voice. "If you can find something like that, this sword will definitely be more perfect."
"However, that thing seems to have some features."
As he spoke, he looked at the man chained under the sword.
"Let you temper it in the blood pool, and with the skills you have practiced before, it won't be long before your body reaches the level of Qi Refining Perfection."
After the man finished speaking, he left.
The red liquid in the pool kept rolling, and the evil spirit on the man in the pool became stronger and stronger.
Looking at that man, one always has the feeling that there is no trace of spirituality left in him and he has become a corpse.