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"Thousands of years? There are actually such immortal people in this world?"

Zhou Qingyuan raised his eyebrows slightly. In the world of immortality, which has a habit of launching monster hunting ceremonies and all-encompassing battles to beat the brains out of dogs, how can there be such a long-lived person alive?

"They are just some cowardly and cowardly people who are trying to survive. These people are like rats in the gutter. They will run away immediately when they hear the noise. Being able to help Dao Lord is the only meaning of their lives until now. ”

Feng Risheng's tone was disdainful, and he clearly despised these people who avoided war. There was really nothing to say about the longevity world's war-loving nature.

"You are quite strict." Zhou Qingyuan rarely saw Feng Risheng showing such emotion, and it was a little funny for a moment.

"Leave this matter to me and I will get it done for you soon."

Zhou Qingyuan looked at Feng Risheng who was leaving vigorously and resolutely. He wanted to say why should you do these things?

But seeing his eager look, he didn't say anything, lowered his head and continued painting. This is a habit developed in the world of immortality. He likes to integrate his own feelings into paintings. Compared with words, ink painting is a carrier that can carry his thoughts better.

A roll of ink fell on the canvas, and in Zhou Qingyuan's hands, it gradually became a giant that reached the sky and the earth.

"If Dharmakaya means law of heaven and earth, I should have possessed such magical powers a long time ago. Why doesn't the system respond at all?"

"Is there something missing?"

Looking at the black giant figure, Zhou Qingyuan fell into deep thought.

"Dharmakaya realm? Ah, what I know is that it is the realm after everything, right?"

The bald old man with a staggered scar on his head said calmly, his tone was quite calm.

"Oh, is it so?"

In Tingchao Pavilion, in the magnificent attic, Zhou Qingyuan sat at the tea table and looked at the old man with a half-smile.

Feng Risheng, who was accompanying him, had a very excited expression on his face. Seeing Zhou Qingyuan's appearance, his heart suddenly skipped a beat.

The old man looked at Zhou Qingyuan's teasing expression, and his expression became even more unpredictable, and he said coldly: "Does Lord Dao not believe in me? The so-called Dharmakaya is not the external expression of force, but the inner expression of the heart."

After speaking, he stood up, with a hint of alienation in his tone: "The ancestors once said that the law should not be passed lightly."

"Since Daojun is not sincere, I will treat this sentence as a gift to Daojun, and I will pretend that I have never seen him since."

After saying this, the person will leave.

Feng Risheng frowned slightly as he watched this scene.

This old guy is so ignorant? Does he know who he is talking to?

But in this way, combined with the mysterious words the other party said before, Feng Risheng felt that this person might really know something.

After all, when I found him, I found him only after the recommendation of several people, not because he showed up on his own.

Thinking of this, Feng Risheng took one step forward to stop this. It's not easy for Zhou Qingyuan to come forward, he will always come forward to beat him.

"What, you want to stop me? Even if you kill me today, I won't say another word!"

With a stick on his neck, the old man was actually facing Feng Risheng in the Wanxiang Realm, with no fear on his face.

"this"

When it came to Zhou Qingyuan's Dharma opportunity, even Feng Risheng hesitated a little. He was in a dilemma for a moment and subconsciously turned his attention to Zhou Qingyuan.

"I wonder who gave you the courage to deceive me?" Zhou Qingyuan had just put down his ink pen at this time, and there was already a pair of calligraphy treasures left on the desk, which clearly recorded what the old man had said before. Come down.

Feng Risheng looked at this scene and was surprised. If Zhou Qingyuan felt that what the other party said was reasonable and wanted to record it, why did he speak like this?

"Hmph! I don't know what to say!" The bald old man suddenly became anxious and pushed Feng Risheng. When he couldn't push, he simply lowered his head and got out from under his hand.

But at this moment, three long knives transformed from spiritual energy suddenly appeared and turned into simple cages to pin the old man to the ground.

Zhou Qingyuan, who was sitting in the empty space, stood up suddenly, took a step forward, and came to the old man. He grabbed his neck with his big hands and raised him in the air. The three spiritual swords turned into light spots and disappeared, and Zhou Qingyuan's voice sounded in the field, like the lingering snow in winter.

"Since the world calls me the Dao Lord, do you think I have the ability to read the minds of a lowly person like you?"

"He has a telepathic mind, have you heard of that?"

"Let me go! Let me go! Ugh...!" After Zhou Qingyuan finished speaking, the old man's angry words suddenly stopped like a chicken stuck in his neck. His always incomprehensible expression finally broke and turned into mourning. .

"What you just said is interesting. Where did you hear it? Or did someone else teach you?"

Zhou Qingyuan's already weak big hand was slightly lighter again, and he said calmly: "If you be more honest now, I can still spare your life."

"You risked your life to deceive me. You want to achieve something, right? As long as you achieve my goal, yes, I will satisfy your request."

The bald old man looked at the legendary Tao Lord who looked like a young man in front of him angrily, still hesitating in his heart and his eyes were wandering.

Then, he suddenly shouted:

"I heard it from other places, I just said it casually! Daojun, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have lied to you. You don't remember the faults of villains, please let me go."

"Hey, do I seem to be too talkative, so I'm giving you the wrong impression?"

Zhou Qingyuan's hand suddenly shone with black light, his expression remained unchanged, and he said in a solemn tone:

"I also know how to search souls, right? Although I am confident in my skills, I wonder if you can still maintain your sanity after the search."

"I'll give you three seconds. If you can't figure it out, go to hell."

If Zhou Qingyuan hadn't thought that this person might be involved in the clues of the Dharma body, how could he have been so patient in talking to him?

"Three,"

"I say! I say!"

The bald old man almost cried out his words. After being put on the ground by Zhou Qingyuan, his expression changed several times. Finally, he sighed and said:

"My brother told me this, but he has been in seclusion for a long time.

I can take you to find him, but you have to promise me that you will not disturb his life regardless of whether you get anything."

Zhou Qingyuan raised his eyebrows, "I promise you."

"A simple promise is not enough! You have to swear!"

"I say!" At this moment, Feng Risheng's voice suddenly interrupted, and he roared at the bald old man:

"Are you too presumptuous? A liar like you who lives in shame is worthy of the Taoist to swear?

If you refuse to lead the way, I will overturn the entire world of immortality and find your so-called brother!"

After losing face in front of Zhou Qingyuan, Feng Risheng's anger had reached its peak. Seeing that this man dared to act so recklessly, he could no longer hold back and explode.