Many federal history books call that war the day of the devil's calamity, and Inoue immortals also have the nickname of the devil. At that time, there were not as many epic powers in the Federation as there are now. Even killing 27 epic powers killed almost half of the human powers and made the strength of the whole human race retrogress for at least 10 years.

Zhou Wen stared at the old man in front of him. He couldn't connect the sick old man with the legendary man who was as terrible as a devil.

"You're the demon king, jingdaoxian?" Zhou Wen did not fear because his body was imprisoned, because he knew that fear had no effect at all.

"Will you take it now?" Jingdaoxian looked at Zhou Wen with a smile and said.

"Yes." Zhou Wen did not hesitate to answer, he did not want to die in the hands of this big devil.

When jingdaoxian heard Zhou Wen's reply, he squinted 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 can't practice it. If it's really the magic formula of you, the federal government will think that I have something to do with you. I'm wanted."

Jingdaoxian pondered for a moment. His eyes brightened. It seemed that he thought of something. He took the notebook back in his arms and came out with another thing.

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

The metal box is ten square, only the size of a cigarette case. It looks very small and exquisite. On the top of the box, there are some strange and crazy patterns, and three words are arranged vertically in the middle.

"Mystical Sutra!" Zhou Wen can recognize the three words above, but he doesn't know what they 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 found that it was not a box at all, but pieces of connected purple metal, just like purple metal business cards.

Purple metal sheet is very thin, there are as many as 13 pieces, each of which is engraved with a lot of small characters. Because the characters are too small, Zhou Wen did not see what was written on it.

Jingdaoxian opened the purple metal sheet, but didn't look at the handwriting on it. He just shook it in front of Zhou Wen's face and then folded it together again. It turned into a purple metal piece the size of a cigarette case and put it in Zhou Wen's hand.

"There is a recipe of vitality recorded on it. It's very interesting. Take it back and practice it slowly." Jingdaoxian gave a strange smile and showed Bai Sensen's teeth. Zhou Wen was a little hairy.

Jingdaoxian put the lost Sutra in Zhou Wen's hand, then bent down, coughed, and walked away step by step in the long street, and soon disappeared in the dark street.

Only then did Zhou Wen feel that his invisible power had dissipated and he regained his control over his body. Seeing the direction of jingdaoxian's disappearance, he could no longer see his figure. He quickly lowered his head to look at the metal in his heart.

"In history books, it is said that jingdaoxian is perverse and does things according to his preference. Today, it is true." The legendary Jingdao immortal is moody. Killing people is as simple as eating and drinking water. He has no moral sense at all. Zhou Wen didn't believe that Jingdao immortal would be so kind. When he met by chance, he gave him a high-level talent formula.

Zhou Wen took the sheet metal to watch over and over, but found nothing special. If he didn't open it, it was like a metal cigarette case.

After thinking about it, Zhou Wen didn't open it to see the content of the lost immortal Sutra. He has a mysterious mobile phone and a formula for shooting the sun. He is destined to become a strong man. There is no need to take the risk to practice the formula for vitality given to him by the great demon jingdaoxian.

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

First of all, I'm afraid jingdaoxian is still peeping around. If I throw it away now, jingdaoxian might be angry and kill him to vent his anger.

Second, Zhou Wen didn't know if there was any harmful mechanism on the lost immortal Scripture. If he threw it away, it might harm others.

Looking at the direction of jingdaoxian's disappearance, Zhou Wen turned and continued to walk in the direction of the supermarket.

When Zhou Wen turned to leave, jingdaoxian in another street turned up slightly and sneered strangely: "originally, I saw you were a little pleasant. I gave you a chance, but I didn't expect it was just a layman. No one can live comfortably in this world after rejecting my jingdaoxian. It's a dead word if you practice it, but if you don't practice it, it's your own ignorance. "

Suddenly, jingdaoxian frowned slightly: "so soon?"

After that, jingdaoxian walked towards the other end of the city, and soon disappeared into the night of the city.

Zhou Wencai didn't go far. Suddenly, he saw several people running up the street in front of him. They were wearing black uniforms. They looked like police uniforms, but they were different. Zhou Wen looked at them carefully and didn't recognize what they were.

Most of them were in their twenties and thirties. The first one was a man in his thirties, with a white face and two beards on his lips. He was thin, with a slightly crooked nose and sharp eyes like a knife.

"Classmate, when you came from the front, did you see a 70 or 80 year old man?" The group of people ran past Zhou Wen, but no one looked at him at all. However, just after running there, the man at the head suddenly stopped, turned to look at Zhou Wen and asked.

"There seems to be such an old man. He's going there." Zhou Wen pointed to the direction where jingdaoxian left.

The man looked at Zhou Wen again, then nodded and said thank you. Then he took a group of men and women in uniform and chased him in the direction Zhou Wen pointed out.

After they had gone away, Zhou Wen turned around and left quickly. He really didn't want to get involved in such trouble. Playing games quietly in school was his life.

This time, he finally came to the supermarket and bought enough food in stock. Zhou Wen went home as usual and continued his game painting career.

Until midnight, Zhou Wen forced himself to put down his cell phone and sleep in bed.

Zhou Wen's sleep quality is always good, which may be related to his talent. When he studies, Zhou Wen can enter the state quickly and sleep easily. He almost falls asleep within three seconds after lying in bed.

Originally, Zhou Wen thought that he would sleep until daybreak as before, but today he just slept until midnight, and he felt that something was wrong with his body.

In the past, unless someone wakes him up, Zhou Wen would sleep until dawn. But today, it's a little different. It's quiet in the room, but Zhou Wen wakes up.