Many federal history books refer to that battle as the day of calamity, and Jing Daoxian also has the nickname of Demon King. At that time, there were not as many epic-level powerhouses in the Federation as there are now. Killing 27 epic-level powerhouses in a row almost wiped out most of the human powerhouses, and set back the strength of the entire human race for at least ten years.
Zhou Wen stared at the old man in front of him. He really couldn't connect this sick old man with the legendary man who was as terrifying as a demon king.
"You are the Demon King Jing Daoxian?" Zhou Wen was not afraid of being imprisoned, because he knew very well that fear had no effect at all.
"Are you willing to take it now?" Jing Daoxian looked at Zhou Wen with a half-smile and said.
"Yes." Zhou Wen replied without hesitation, he didn't want to die in the hands of this big devil.
Jing Daoxian heard Zhou Wen's answer, but narrowed his eyes and looked at him and said, "You say you want it, but you don't want it in your heart. Even if you take it, I'm afraid you won't practice it."
"Is this guy sick?" Zhou Wen thought to himself: "Of course I won't practice it anymore, so what kind of heavenly demon's true solution? If it is the vitality formula of you, a big devil, if I practice it, the federal government will think that I have nothing to do with you." Relationship, don’t you want me to be wanted together.”
Jing Daoxian pondered for a moment, his eyes lit up, as if he had thought of something, he took the notebook back into his arms, and took out another thing instead.
It was a purple metal box, somewhat like copper, but not as shiny as copper, showing a dull matte texture.
The metal box is ten squares, only the size of a cigarette case, and looks very small and exquisite. On the top of the box, there are some weird and confusing patterns, with three characters arranged vertically in the middle.
"The Lost Immortal Scripture!" Zhou Wen recognized the three words above, but he didn't know what the three words meant.
The old man brought the small purple metal box in front of Zhou Wen, and lifted the top cover with his fingers. Only then did Zhou Wen realize that it was not a box at all, but pieces of purple metal connected together, like a piece of purple metal. Zhang Zhang purple metal business cards in general.
The purple metal sheets are very thin, there are as many as thirteen sheets, each of which is engraved with a lot of small characters, because the characters are too small, Zhou Wen didn't see what was written on them.
Jing Daoxian opened the purple metal sheet, but didn't look at the writing on it. He just shook it in front of Zhou Wen, and then stacked it again, turning into a purple metal block the size of a cigarette box, and then put it in Zhou Wen's hand.
"There is a vitality formula recorded on it. It's very interesting. Take it back and practice it slowly." Jing Daoxian smiled strangely, revealing his white teeth, which made Zhou Wen feel a little hairy.
Jing Daoxian stuffed the Lost Immortal Sutra into Zhou Wen's hand, then hunched over, coughed softly, and walked away on the long street step by step, and soon disappeared into the dark street.
Only then did Zhou Wen feel the invisible power dissipate from his body, and he regained control of his body. He glanced at the direction where Jing Daoxian disappeared, and he could no longer be seen. He quickly lowered his head to look at the metal piece in his heart.
"History books say that Jing Daoxian has a perverse personality, and he does things according to his preferences. It is true today." The legendary Jing Daoxian is moody, killing people is as simple as eating and drinking, and has no moral values at all. Zhou Wen does not believe that Jing Daoxian will So kind, meeting by chance, I gave him an advanced vitality formula.
Zhou Wen looked at it over and over with the metal sheet, but he didn't find anything special. If you don't open it, it looks like a metal cigarette case.
After thinking about it, Zhou Wen didn't open it to read the contents of "The Book of Lost Immortals". He has a mysterious mobile phone and a formula for shooting the sun. .
After hesitating for a moment holding the metal piece, Zhou Wen carefully put it in his pocket.
Firstly, he was afraid that Jing Daoxian was still watching around, if he threw it away now, Jing Daoxian might become angry and kill him to vent his anger.
Secondly, Zhou Wen didn't know if there were any harmful mechanisms on the Lost Immortal Scripture, if it was thrown away casually, it might harm others.
Looking at the direction where Jing Daoxian disappeared, Zhou Wen turned around and continued walking in the direction of the supermarket.
When Zhou Wen turned to leave, the corners of Jing Daoxian on the other street turned up slightly, and he sneered strangely: "I thought you were a little pleasing to the eye, so I gave you a chance, but I didn't expect it to be just a layman. No one can After rejecting me, Jing Daoxian, you can still live comfortably in this world. If you practice the Mysterious Immortal Sutra, you will be dead, and if you don’t practice it, you will be dead. If you want to blame it, you will blame yourself for not knowing what to do."
Suddenly, Daoxian Jing frowned slightly: "Have you chased me so soon?"
After all, Jing Daoxian walked towards the other end of the city, and soon disappeared into the night of the city.
Zhou Wencai hadn't gone far when he suddenly saw a few people running over quickly on the street in front of them. They were wearing black uniforms, which looked a bit like police uniforms, but they were different. Zhou Wen took a closer look. , and did not recognize what uniform it was.
There were men and women in that group, and most of them looked to be in their twenties or thirties. The leader of them was a man in his thirties, with a fair face, two beards on his lips, and a thin figure. The tip of the nose is slightly hooked in, and the eyes are as sharp as knives.
"Student, when you came from the front, did you see an old man in his seventies or eighties?" The group of people ran past Zhou Wen, but no one looked at Zhou Wen at all. But the man suddenly stopped, turned around to look at Zhou Wen, and asked.
"It seems that there is such an old man, he went there." Zhou Wen pointed to the direction Jing Daoxian left.
The man looked at Zhou Wen again, then nodded, said thank you, and then led a group of men and women in uniforms to chase in the direction Zhou Wen pointed.
Zhou Wen waited for them to go far away before turning around and leaving quickly. He really didn't want to get involved in such troubles. Going to school quietly and playing games was the life he pursued.
This time, he finally came to the supermarket smoothly and bought enough food. Zhou Wen returned home as usual and continued his career of killing monsters in the game.
After playing until one o'clock in the middle of the night, Zhou Wen forced himself to put down his phone and lie down on the bed to sleep.
Zhou Wen's sleep quality has always been good. This may be related to his talent. Zhou Wen can quickly enter the state when he is studying, and he can fall asleep easily when he sleeps. He almost falls asleep within three seconds after lying on the bed.
Originally, Zhou Wen thought that he would sleep until dawn like before, but today he only slept until midnight, and he felt that something was wrong with his body.
Before Zhou Wen slept, unless someone woke him up, he would definitely sleep until dawn, but today is a little different. The room was quiet and needles could be heard, but Zhou Wen woke up.