Douluo: Tang San grew up a demon and fell into the evil trap Qian Renxue

Two days later, in a mountain forest not far from Wuhun City, there was a very hidden cave.

There is no one here, except for the rustle of the mountain wind through the treetops and the occasional chirping of birds, breaking the silence all around.

It was dark inside the cave, and the light filtered through the only gap at the entrance and scattered on the cave wall, forming strange shadows.

Tang San was sitting cross-legged on the flat ground in the center of the cave with his eyes closed tightly, posing with his five hearts in the sky.

However, Tang San at this moment was not enjoying the tranquility and peace brought by this kind of cultivation.

His face was unusually rosy, as if it had been burned by flames, and red light flowed under his skin, like fire dragons churning through his blood.

Tang San's brows were furrowed, sweat seeping from his forehead, sliding down his cheeks, and dripping onto the ground, making a subtle ticking sound.

His breathing also became rapid. Every inhalation seemed to suck the air of the entire cave into his lungs, and every exhalation seemed to expel all the blazing soul power from his body.

The fiery soul power was almost out of control, running rampant in the body.

This kind of pain felt like thousands of needles were piercing his meridians, and like fire burning his internal organs.

However, Tang San gritted his teeth and held on without letting out a groan.

He constantly adjusted his breathing, trying to guide the violent soul power to the correct meridians.

At the same time, the depths of Tang San's mind seemed to be pulled by a mysterious force, and countless illusions began to emerge in it.

They flicker like dreamy bubbles, which is dizzying.

Among these illusions are his various experiences as a member of the Tang Sect in his previous life, as well as his various encounters in Douluo Continent in this life.

The grievances and hatreds of the past life and the love and hate of this life were all slowly unfolding in his mind like a scroll at this moment.

Gradually, these visions began to change.

They are no longer those complicated memories, but have become various performance arts between Tang San and Xiao Wu.

Those spring-filled dreams bloomed in Tang San's mind like blooming flowers.

Tang San was immersed in these illusions, as if he was in a wonderful dream.

He experienced a feeling he had never experienced before, and an inexplicable warmth surged in his heart, and he gradually set up a tall tent.

However, at this moment, a strong feeling of heat suddenly hit him, burning his soul like fire.

Tang San was startled and quickly wanted to withdraw from this illusion.

However, the feeling of heat became stronger and stronger, as if it was about to swallow his soul.

He struggled desperately to free himself from the restraints, but to no avail.

After an unknown amount of time, a mouthful of blood suddenly spurted out from Tang San's mouth.

His face turned extremely pale instantly, and his eyes were full of disappointment and unwillingness.

He murmured to himself:

"Isn't it still possible? Isn't there any other way to practice this [Sunflower Book] besides practicing Qi in the palace?"

Tang San's heart was full of doubts and struggles.

He knew that practicing Qi in the palace was the only way to practice the [Sunflower Collection], but he could not accept such a price.

He clenched his fists as if to cheer himself up, but then loosened his fists weakly.

Thinking of what the Evil Emperor said, Tang San's heart was even more filled with confusion.

He knew that the main purpose of the book was to reverse the two qi of yin and yang and transform men into women.

But this kind of cultivation method is undoubtedly a huge challenge for him, which also means that he has to give up his manly body and become a girl.

In fact, Tang San didn't have a deep understanding of Taoist Qi training. He knew it but didn't know why.

Although he also practices the Taoist basic internal skill of Zhongzheng and Peace [Xuantian Kung], he knows nothing about the transformation of yin and yang.

This is also the reason why he wants to master the [Sunflower Manual].

After a man emerges from the palace, there is no suppression of the yang root, and the yin and yang qi in the body are out of balance, and the [true yin] suppressed deep in the body by the yang qi will be leaked out.

The "Qi Training Chapter" of "Sunflower Collection" tells how to collect these true yin qi and then refine them through some unique luck route, so as to achieve the purpose of qi training.

So long as you give up your palace and those three ounces of meat, your subsequent cultivation will advance by leaps and bounds, and you will even reach the innate realm in a very short period of time.

At the same time, the Sunflower Qi can also make the practitioner as light as a swallow, and even have an extremely ghostly speed, coming and going quickly, almost teleporting.

But Tang San did not practice self-gong. What he cultivated was the yang energy in his body, not the true yin energy.

Therefore, during the cultivation process, he felt increasingly hot and intense, to the point where his fiery soul power rioted.

At the same time, the riot of Yang Qi also caused all kinds of illusions to appear in his mind, making him unable to extricate himself.

At this moment, Tang San's heart was filled with helplessness and despair.

He knew that unless he entered the palace, he might really not be able to practice this [Sunflower Manual].

But he was unwilling to give up just like that. After all, this was the only way for him to quickly improve his strength.

Just when Tang San fell into confusion, his thoughts suddenly drifted back to that thrilling moment two days ago.

That day, he was immobilized by the Evil Emperor, unable to move, and could only watch helplessly as Xiao Wu was stripped of his innocence.

The scenes of the two testing each other were like sharp blades, piercing his heart deeply.

The dazzling blood on the swing wicker chair was Xiao Wu's blood, and it was the price she paid to protect herself.

The blood mixed with her pure white sweat seemed to tell the pain and struggle she had experienced.

As for him, Tang San, he could only watch all this happen, but was unable to lend a helping hand.

At the last moment, Xiao Wu let out a high-pitched cry, her voice full of excitement and pain, as if she was about to tear the whole world apart.

Thinking of this, Tang San's anger rose to the sky. He vowed that no matter what the price, he would avenge Xiao Wu.

He wanted the Evil Emperor to pay the due price and let the world know that he, Tang San, was not someone to be trifled with.

He clenched his fist tightly, as if trying to gather all his anger and power into it.

Finally, in a mixture of anger and grief, Tang San took off his pants without hesitation and took out a sharp dagger from "Twenty-Four Bridges on a Bright Moon Night".

This dagger is about to be pointed at his brother.

"Evil Emperor, I want you to pay with blood!"

Tang San looked up to the sky and roared, his voice filled with endless anger and grief.

Two lines of clear tears fell from the corners of his eyes unknowingly. They were the grief for losing his brother and the anger for what the Evil Emperor had done.

Suddenly, there was a flash of cold light, and a black object mixed with a pile of withered grass quietly fell to the ground along with blood.

"Snapped!"

Tang San clenched his teeth tightly and used his martial arts to stop the blood from the wound, but his heart felt like being hit hard by a heavy hammer, and he fell into the abyss.