"Um?"

Xie Qi frowned slightly, and his eyes suddenly became cold.

Although he had no idea, he would not doubt Hei Wuchang's judgment. His eyes fell and there seemed to be a cold current between heaven and earth.

"How can I see it?"

An Qisheng's heart moved, and as Xie Qi concentrated his mind, the collection of spiritual imprints from his perspective slowed down to a point that was almost stopped.

But he was not panicked and still looked at the black and white impermanence in front of him calmly.

Entering the Daqian may not be an invincible method, but Hei Wuchang is absolutely impossible to discover because in essence, he is still peeking into the world.

Peek into the traces they left in the world, rather than their mysteries.

Therefore, no one will have any feelings about this.

Unless a person can take all traces of himself, past, present, future, what has happened, and what has not happened yet, into himself.

If there is such a person in this world.

"What a clever method, even if it's close, you can't realize anything..."

Hei Wuchang looked at An Qisheng up and down, and was quite amazed:

"If I had the magical powers of you, it would be amazing..."

He seemed to have been sure of this.

"How can I see it?"

An Qisheng asked again tirelessly. He could feel that compared to Xie Qi's coldness, this Hei Wuchang seemed to be more willing to talk.

This may be his habit, or it may be the reason why he has been silent for more than a thousand years.

"When you peek at me with some means that I cannot perceive, you can probably guess that we have more attention to you."

Hei Wuchang smiled softly, his voice no longer hoarsely, and became peaceful:

"Although I fell into silence, I was not really dead. What Brother Qi saw, heard, thought and thought will be felt by me. But when I lost my perception of the outside world, in the dead and darkness, the only thing I can do is to watch, think, and guess over and over again..."

He and Xie Qi are already one and two sides of the community to some extent, and what Xie Qi sees is also what he sees.

An Qisheng could also vaguely feel this:

"so what?"

"You came to this world for about 94 years, nine months and thirteen days. According to the records of the Book of Life and Death, your body happened to die ninety-four years ago. I can even calculate the first moment you came to this world..."

Hei Wuchang looked calm and slowly said:

"Tai Chi Insect Chapter, Tai Chi Bagua Furnace, Tai Chi Divine Power Dispersing Hand, Qi Seed, and the Venerable God Platform... One by one, one by one, is your flaw, and it is also from the things one by one. I guess you have some means to peek at the mysteries of others...

Otherwise, even if you are a genius who is comparable to a mansion, you will not be able to reach this level in just ninety years..."

Speaking of this, Hei Wuchang raised his eyebrows, and his pure black eyes were like the best mirror in the world, reflecting An Qisheng's face, and it seemed to have to penetrate his heart.

"Fellow Daoist An, your flaw,

Too many.”
Chapter completed!