Many federal history books call that battle the day of the devil, and Jing Daoxian also has the nickname of Demon King. In that era, there were not as many epic powerhouses in the Federation as it is now. They killed twenty-seven epic powerhouses, almost killing most of the human powerhouses, causing the entire human power to retreat by at least ten years.

Zhou Wen stared at the old man in front of him, and he really couldn't connect the sick old man with the legendary terrifying man like a demon king.

"Are you the Demon King Jing Daoxian?" Zhou Wen was not afraid of his body being confined, because he knew very well that fear had no effect at all.

"Are you willing to ask for it now?" Jing Daoxian looked at Zhou Wen with a smile and said.

"Yes." Zhou Wen answered without hesitation. He didn't want to die at the hands of this big devil.

When Jing Daoxian heard Zhou Wen's answer, he narrowed his eyes and looked at him and said, "You said 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. Then what kind of real solution to the demon is really the essence of you, the big demon. If I practice it, the federal government would think I have something to do with you, so wouldn't it be wanted with me?"

Jing Daoxian pondered for a moment, his eyes lit up, as if he had thought of something, so he took the notebook in his hand back into his arms and took out something else.

It was a purple metal box, some of which looked like copper, but not as shiny as copper, showing a dull matte texture.

The metal box is square, only as big as a cigarette box, and looks very small and exquisite. On the top of the box, there are some strange and chaotic patterns, and there are three characters arranged vertically in the middle.

"Sutra of Immortals!" Zhou Wen recognized the three words above, but didn't know what these three words mean.

The old man took the small purple metal box to Zhou Wen and lifted the top lid with his fingers. At this time, Zhou Wen realized that it was not a box at all, but purple metal pieces connected together, like purple metal business cards.

The purple metal sheet is very thin, with thirteen pieces, and each one is engraved with many small characters on it. Because the characters are too small, Zhou Wen did not see what it was written on it.

Jing Daoxian opened the purple metal piece, but did not look at the handwriting on it. He just shook it in front of Zhou Wen, and then stacked it back together, turning it into a purple metal piece the size of a cigarette box, and then placed it in Zhou Wen's hand.

"There is a record of the qi technique, which is very interesting. Take it back and practice it slowly." Jing Daoxian smiled strangely, revealing her white teeth, making Zhou Wen feel a little scared.

Jing Daoxian stuffed the mysterious immortal scripture into Zhou Wen's hand, then hunched over, coughed lightly, and walked away step by step on the long street, and soon disappeared on the dark street.

Only then did Zhou Wen feel that the invisible power in his body dissipated and he regained control of his body. He looked at the direction where Jing Daoxian disappeared and could no longer see his figure. He quickly lowered his head to look at the metal plate in his heart.

"In history books, Jing Daoxian has a perverse personality and does everything based on preferences. It turns out to be like this when I see it today." The legendary Jing Daoxian is moody and killing people is as simple as eating and drinking water. He has no moral concepts at all. Zhou Wen does not believe that Jing Daoxian is so kind-hearted. When he meets him by chance, he gives him a high-level vital technique.

Zhou Wen looked around with the metal plate, but didn't find anything special. If he didn't open it, it would be like a metal cigarette box.

After thinking about it, Zhou Wen did not open it to read the contents of the "Miscellaneous Immortal Sutra". He had a mysterious mobile phone and the Sun Shooting Art, and was destined to be a strong man. There was no need to take the risk of practicing the vital skills given to him by the great demon Jing Daoxian.

After hesitating for a moment while pinching the metal plate, Zhou Wen still carefully put it in his pocket.

First of all, I was afraid that Jing Daoxian would still be peeping nearby. If I threw it away now, Jing Daoxian might be so angry that he would kill him and vent his anger.

Secondly, Zhou Wen didn’t know if there was any harm to others in the Immortal Sutra. If he threw it away casually, he might harm others.

After looking at the direction where Jing Daoxian disappeared, Zhou Wen turned around and continued to walk towards the direction where the supermarket was.

When Zhou Wen turned around and left, Jing Daoxian on another street had a slightly raised mouth and a strange sneer: "I originally thought you were a little pleasing to you, so I gave you an opportunity, but I didn't expect that it was just a vulgar person. No one could live comfortably in this world after rejecting me Jing Daoxian. If you practice the mystery of immortals, it would be death. If you don't practice it, it would be a word for death. If you want to blame, you will blame yourself for being ungrateful."

Suddenly, Jing Daoxian frowned slightly: "You are chasing me so soon?"

After saying that, Jing Daoxian walked towards the other end of the city and quickly disappeared into the night of the city.

Zhou Wen had just walked a long way when he suddenly saw a few people running over on the street in front of him. They were wearing black uniforms, which looked a bit like police uniforms, but they were a little different. Zhou Wen looked at it carefully but did not recognize what uniform it was.

The group of people were men and women, and most of them looked like they were in their twenties and thirties. One of them was a man in his thirties. He had a white face, two beards on his lips, a thin figure, a slightly curled nose, and his eyes seemed as sharp as a knife.

"Classmate, did you see an old man in his seventies or eighties when you came from the front?" The group of people ran over Zhou Wen, but no one looked at Zhou Wen at all. However, not far away, the man in the lead suddenly stopped, turned around to look at Zhou Wen, and asked.

"It seems that there is such an old man who is going there." Zhou Wen pointed to the direction where Jing Daoxian left.

The man looked at Zhou Wen again, then nodded, said thank you, and then followed the men and women in uniforms in the direction Zhou Wen pointed.

After Zhou Wen waited for them to leave, he turned around and walked away quickly. He really didn't want to get involved in such trouble. The life he pursued was to go to school and play games quietly.

This time, he finally arrived at the supermarket smoothly and bought enough food stocks. Zhou Wen returned home as usual and continued to start his career in playing monsters.

It was not until after 1:00 in the middle of the night that Zhou Wen forced himself to put down his cell phone and lie down on the bed to sleep.

Zhou Wen's sleep quality has always been good, which may be related to his talent. Zhou Wen was able to get into the state quickly when he was studying and fell asleep easily when he fell asleep almost after lying in bed.

Originally, Zhou Wen thought that he would sleep until dawn like before, but today he only slept until midnight and felt something was wrong with his body.
Chapter completed!