"The true method of the Great Dao?!" The immortal's face was filled with shock.

"I gave you a chance." Wang Zhe said coldly.

Then the human immortal saw a flash of sword light, which did not shake the world or disturb all directions.

There is only a ray of light, more than three feet long,

The sharp edge is restrained, but it is the sharpest and most brilliant sword he has ever seen.

After a stick of incense, there was another tomb at the foot of the mountain.

There is a tombstone in front of the grave with five big characters written on it.

Renxian, Luan Keyong.

On the mountain in the distance, someone is looking at this from a distance.

They saw the fire soaring into the sky, and could feel the astonishing power from a long distance away. But it dissipated in just a moment. Then there was no movement.

"How's it going? There's no movement."

"How long?"

"Can't you say less than an hour?"

Few people knew about the fact that a human being came from outside the mountain, and few paid attention to it.

Now no one except Wang Zhe knows that a human immortal has died in the mountains.

During this period, there was no earth-shattering noise.

The fire technique that person performed was like setting off a large firework.

The innate magical power of the five elements is fixed,

Cut it off with one sword,

A human immortal is just gone.

It's that simple!

Who would believe it?

Before Luan Keyong came, and before he died, he never thought that he would meet such a person and have no power to resist.

Ten days later, the group outside could no longer wait any longer.

"Why haven't you come out yet? Did you go in another direction?"

"Could he also die inside?"

"No way, that's a human being?"

"Don't immortals regret their death?"

They passed the news on, and ten days later, the people above confirmed that the immortal must have died in the mountains.

In a certain deep mountain, there are several old wooden houses that are dilapidated and dilapidated. From a distance, it looks like an old village hidden in the mountains.

No one would have thought that the famous Tianji Pavilion would actually look like this.

In the largest wooden house among them, three people were sitting around a wooden table, drinking tea, and one of them was still smoking a dry pipe.

"Luan Keyong is dead?"

"Nine times out of ten."

"Could it be King Yu's Cauldron? After all, it is a treasure!"

"The people below said they only saw flames rising into the sky, and then there was no movement. Luan Keyong entered the fairyland using fire.

If it is King Yu's Cauldron, there will be no movement, and if you are not a king, you cannot use King Yu's Cauldron," said the old man smoking a pipe.

"No matter what method he uses, he can kill immortals!"

"I thought it was foolproof, but I didn't expect this result. What should I do next? I didn't find King Yu's tripod, and I provoked such a powerful enemy."

"What are you afraid of? Over the past thousand years, we have provoked few people, including immortals. What's the result? Aren't we still doing well?"

"Then what to do next?"

"We have to change our approach."

Qinchuan returned to its former calm,

In the cave, there is a piece of paper spread out on the stone table.

Wang Zhe was painting with a brush. What he painted on it were the sky, the earth, the sun and the moon, mountains and rivers,

A few years ago, he acquired the extraordinary skill of a master of painting by beheading a person, so this painting is very smart.

In addition, he is now highly cultivated, and his understanding of the wonderful principles between heaven and earth is far beyond that of ordinary people. The words he draws contain a special Taoist charm.

Moreover, this painting was not something he imagined out of thin air, but came from the painting in his mind, which appeared naturally after he saw the "Eight Wastelands Monument".

Until now, he has not figured out what the purpose of that painting is.

This is the first time he has painted this painting.

"What do you think of this painting?"

"Yeah, no poking!" Laifu nodded after pretending to watch.

"Not bad, is it nice there?"

"This sun is well drawn!" Laifu raised his paw and pointed at the sun in the sky.

"That's just a circle, how can we explain it?" Wang Zhe asked with a smile.

In his mind, he was indeed counting which sun was the most extraordinary.

Because before he obtained the Eight Desolations Monument, he had obtained the "View of the Great Sun", so in terms of time, the sun was earlier than this painting.

Later, it was accidentally incorporated into this painting.

The sun also symbolizes the innate Yang, which is somewhat related to the innate true fire he realized.

Furthermore, the ancient inscriptions on this stone tablet,

With the blessing of many factors, this sun is indeed the most agile and charming.

"When you look at it, it feels like it's glowing and heating up." Laifu thought about it and stumbled over his words to describe it.

"Well, you've made some progress in your cultivation." Wang Zhe smiled and patted it on the head.

"This painting hangs in the cave."

As soon as he waved his hand, the painting floated up and stuck to the stone wall nearby.

Thousands of miles away in southern Yunnan,

In a Taoist temple outside Chengcheng,

Zhan Wushuang looked at the tall man in front of him, moved his lips, and wanted to speak, but found that something seemed to be blocked in his throat and he could not speak.

Xiao Ren looked at the young man in front of him who looked very similar to himself.

He had always been calm and emotionless, with overflowing joy on his face and faint tears in his eyes.

This is his son, his long-lost son,

He thought he had lost him forever, but he didn't expect that he was still alive and came here to look for him.

"Here, come in and sit down."

Zhan Wushuang entered the room. Xiao Ren quickly made a pot of tea and poured a cup for his son.

"I'm sorry, I, I didn't know." Zhan Wushuang finally said it and apologized.

"It's me who should say I'm sorry, I'm the one who's sorry for you mother and son." Xiao Ren looked remorseful.

"I didn't expect that you were still alive..."

The room was silent for a long time.

The father and son had been separated for many years. When they first met, they were engaged in a life-or-death fight. They wished they could kill each other. Both of them had their lives shut behind closed doors.

They all thought that the other person was no longer alive. They never expected to meet here again in this way.

Since arriving in Chengdu, Zhan Wushuang has not left.

He thought that his father, whom he had only met once, was really no longer alive.

After all, judging from what he saw in Chengdu, this was very likely. But when he thought of what Wang Zhe had said, a little fire of hope ignited in his heart.

What if, what if!

So he disguised himself and settled down in Rongcheng to inquire about the assassination of King Zhennan.

He went to the tomb of King Zhennan, asked many people secretly, and also met the familiar Baiqisi internal guard.

They are also here to confirm whether King Zhennan is really dead.

Zhan Wushuang was inquiring about King Zhennan, and King Zhennan also sent people to inquire about him secretly.

Perhaps it was God's arrangement that he met someone who inquired about him.
To be continued...