Chapter 29 Vascular Nerve

Many federal history books refer to that battle as the Day of Tribulation, and Jing Daoxian also has the nickname Demon King. At that time, there were not as many epic powerhouses in the federation as it is now. Killing twenty-seven epic powerhouses in a row almost slaughtered most of the human powerhouses, causing the entire human race to go backwards for at least ten years.

Zhou Wen stared at the old man in front of him, there was really no way to associate this sick old man with the legendary man who was terrifying like a devil.

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

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

"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."

"Is this guy sick?" Zhou Wen thought to himself: "Of course I won't practice, so what is the true solution of the devil? If it is really the vitality art of your big devil, if I practice it, the federal government thinks that I have something with you. Relationship, don't you want to be wanted with me?"

Jing Daoxian pondered for a moment, his eyes lit up, he seemed to have thought of something, he took the notebook back into his arms and took out another item 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 square and the size of a cigarette case. It looks very small and delicate. On the top of the box, there are some strange and chaotic patterns, and three characters are arranged vertically in the middle.

"Lost Immortal Sutra!" Zhou Wen recognized the three words above, but didn't know what they 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 a piece of purple metal connected together, like a Zhang Zhang purple metal business card general.

The purple metal sheet is very thin, there are as many as thirteen sheets, and each sheet is engraved with a lot of tiny characters. Because the characters are too small, Zhou Wen did not see what was written on it.

Jing Daoxian opened the purple metal piece, but did not read the writing on it, just shook it in front of Zhou Wen, and then stacked it again, becoming a purple metal block the size of a cigarette box, and placed it in Zhou Wen's hand.

"There is a vitality art on it, it's very interesting, take it back and practice it slowly." Jing Daoxian smiled strangely, showing his white teeth, and Zhou Wen felt a little hairy when he saw it.

Jing Daoxian shoved the Fascinating Immortal Sutra into Zhou Wen's hands, then stooped, coughed lightly, and walked away on the long street step by step, and soon disappeared into the dark street.

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

"The history books say that Jing Daoxian has a perverse personality and does things based on his liking. It is true when I see it today." The legendary Jing Daoxian is moody, killing people is as simple as eating and drinking, and there is no moral concept at all. Zhou Wen does not believe that Jing Daoxian will meet. So kind, and when they met by chance, I gave him a high-level vitality art.

Zhou Wen looked over and over with the metal sheet, but didn't find anything special. If he didn't open it, it would be like a metal cigarette case.

After thinking about it, Zhou Wen didn't open it to read the content of "The Book of Lost Immortals". He has a mysterious mobile phone and a sun-shooting art. He is destined to become a strong man. .

Holding the metal piece and hesitated for a moment, Zhou Wen carefully put it into his pocket.

First, I was afraid that Jing Daoxian was still peeping nearby,

If he threw it away now, Jing Daoxian might be so embarrassed that he would kill him to vent his anger.

Second, Zhou Wen didn't know if there were any harmful organs on the Book of Immortals. If it was thrown away casually, it might hurt others.

Taking another look at the direction where Jing Daoxian disappeared, Zhou Wen turned around and continued to walk in the direction of the supermarket.

When Zhou Wen turned to leave, Jing Daoxian on the other street had a slightly upturned mouth and a sneer with a weird expression: "I originally looked at you a bit pleasing to the eye, so I gave you a chance, but I didn't expect it was just a layman. No one can After rejecting me, Jing Daoxian, you still live comfortably in this world, then you will die if you practice it, and if you don't practice it, you will die. If you want to blame it, you can blame yourself."

Suddenly, Jing Daoxian frowned slightly: "You're chasing after you so quickly?"

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

Zhou Wen didn't walk very far, and suddenly saw a few people running over 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 looked carefully. , and did not recognize what uniform it was.

The group consisted of men and women, and most of them seemed to be in their twenties or thirties. The leader of them was a man in his thirties, with a fair face and a thin beard on his lips. The tip of his nose is slightly hooked inward, and his eyes are as sharp as a knife.

"Classmate, did you see an old man in his 70s or 80s when you came from the front?" The group of people ran past Zhou Wen, but no one looked at Zhou Wen at all. The man suddenly stopped, turned to look at Zhou Wen, and asked.

"It seems that there is such an old man, he went over 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 led a group of men and women in uniform to chase in the direction Zhou Wen pointed.

Zhou Wen waited for them to walk away, and then turned around and left quickly. He really didn't want to get involved in such trouble. Quietly going to school and playing games was the life he pursued.

This time, I finally came to the supermarket smoothly, bought enough food stock, Zhou Wen returned home as usual, and continued to start his own game monster-hunting career.

After playing until after one o'clock in the middle of the night, Zhou Wen forced himself to put down his mobile phone and lie on the bed to sleep.

Zhou Wen's sleep quality has always been good, which may be related to his talent. Zhou Wen can quickly enter the state when he is studying, and it is easy to fall asleep when he sleeps. He almost fell asleep after lying in bed within three seconds.

Originally, Zhou Wen thought that he would sleep until dawn as before, but today he only slept in the middle of the night, and he felt that something was wrong with his body.

When Zhou Wen slept in the past, unless someone woke him up, he would definitely sleep until dawn, but today is a little different. The needles fell quietly in the room, but Zhou Wen woke up.