"Yes! The old man nodded, and with a trembling left hand, he took the broken bowl on the ground into his arms, and stood up with great difficulty.

Looking at the old man's current appearance, if Wang Zhong hadn't determined that the old man was the head of the secular realm of the Heavenly Killing Sect, he would definitely think that the old man was just an ordinary old beggar.

"Follow me!" said the old man, and walked tremblingly around the building of the Jinhong Building, and Wang Zhong immediately followed him.

The old man walked very slowly, exactly like an old man who had gone through the years and the dust of the years, and the body was old and weak.

Wang Zhong has been following respectfully, although he can't make a mistake, but he can't help but slander in his heart, this head of the secular world is really a drama master, better than a professional actor!

Bypassing the building of Jinhong Building, Wang Zhong followed the old man to the back of Jinhong Building, which is a downtown area.

Turning through the downtown area, rows of dilapidated and low brick bungalows were imprinted into Wang Zhong's eyes.

The old man continued to walk, and after about twenty meters, a large garbage heap appeared, which could be described as a hill.

After walking about seven or eight meters, the old man stopped in front of a hut with a dilapidated wooden door.

"It's here. The old man's voice rang in Wang Zhong's ears, Wang Zhong glanced at the surroundings, and looked at the broken door of the hut facing the garbage heap like a hill, and he shook his head speechlessly.

"Don't look around, come in quickly!" said the old man, who had already entered the hut, with a slight displeasure in his tone.

Wang Zhong did not delay any longer, and stepped into the hut.

However, to his surprise, with his eyes that had cultivated supernatural powers, he would actually feel the light in front of him dim the moment he stepped into the hut.

When his vision soon returned to normal, he still felt that the hut was black and dim, and the light was extremely dim, which was not normal for him.

After relieving himself, Wang Zhong saw that the old man was walking slowly towards the depths of the hut.

At this time, he suddenly realized that this place only looked like a dilapidated and low brick bungalow from the outside, but since it was the hidden hall of the Heavenly Killing Sect in the secular world, there would definitely be a cave inside.

Wang Zhong hurriedly followed, and continued to walk for a distance of nearly a hundred steps, when the scene in front of him suddenly changed drastically.

The light suddenly became as bright as daytime, the air was filled with the fresh fragrance of flowers, the colorful butterflies dancing among the flowers, the murmuring of the water and the crisp chirping of the birds, and a beautiful symphony was played.

What a paradise with birds singing and flowers!

"How is it? is it enough to be surprised and surprised?" the old man turned his head and glanced at Wang Zhong, who was stunned, and asked with a smile.

"Senior, is this the legendary Qiankun Na Mustard Seed and other supreme space supernatural powers?" Wang Zhong was awakened by the old man's question, and asked after thinking carefully.

"Who is your senior? Who is your senior? There is only a chest in the front, not a back! The back is long in the back, do you understand?" The old man's face suddenly collapsed, and he scolded Wang Zhong with full of anger.

Wang Zhong, who was about to listen to the old man's teachings, was suddenly stunned by the old man's nonsensical scolding.

"Could it be that this head of the secular world is terrifying with a high seniority? I am calling it a mistake?" Wang Zhong said with a worried doubt in his heart.

"That'...... What should I call you, Old Ancestor, Senior Uncle, or Senior Uncle Ancestor?" Wang Zhong bowed his head respectfully and said tentatively.

"Do you have any eyesight?" the old man glared at Wang Zhong with his beard, and he still looked like a malnourished old beggar.

But Wang Zhong really couldn't guess what kind of trouble this old man possessed by the essence of the drama was going to make!

"That'...... Uncle?" asked Wang Zhong depressedly.

"Uncle Shi?" the old man walked up to Wang Zhong angrily, and the cigarette stick in his right hand was about to poke Wang Zhong's nose: "Come and see!

What kind of strange remarks are these? Why can't I keep up with the rhythm at all? How confused Wang Zhong's little inner world is at this time!

Wait!!Wait!! let me take a moment, let me take a breath, let me think about it seriously. Wang Zhong took a deep breath.

At this time, the old man struck Wang Zhong's head with a cigarette stick and said, "Remember, you want to call me Brother Thief!"

Brother thief? Wang Zhong almost choked to death with a mouthful of salt soda, what kind of ghost is this? It's too out of tune! Why does it sound so much like the name between those gangsters in Hong Kong movies!

Wang Zhong is really a little dumbfounded at this moment!

"It's okay if you don't call me a thief, you can call me an old thief. The old man suddenly looked at Wang Zhong with a smile and said.

Wang Zhong's breath was involuntarily suffocated, and the little respect he had always had for the head of the secular world had almost disappeared at this moment.

This old man, how can he still have a little bit of a mastery demeanor, he is simply a foolish old child!

"What kind of society, my thief brother, people don't talk much! I think it's completely true, the essence of drama is the essence, and the thief brother is a social person; people talk a lot of cruel words, and the whole body is a drama. Wang Zhong looked at the old man's old face and muttered depressedly in his heart.

"Alright, now that we know my name, let's get straight to the point. The old man was still smiling, but Wang Zhong immediately became serious.

The head of the secular world made a joke with him before, but since this old man found him, he naturally wouldn't be bored.

"Let me ask you, is what you are seeing in front of you now real, is it illusory, is it really peaceful and beautiful, or is it a hidden murderous motive?" the old man instantly stopped laughing, looked up at the sky, and asked calmly.

At this moment, the old man became completely different from before in Wang Zhong's eyes, and a deep sense of oppression emanated from the old man's body.

Wang Zhong looked at the old man's calm eyes, which made his heart spontaneously have a trace of coolness, which was an emotionless and indifferent look for all beings.

The more carefully he pondered, the more he could feel from the old man's eyes that it was like a god from above, mercilessly examining the indifference of the crowd.

"Do you feel it?" the old man asked in a calm tone, Wang Zhong didn't know how to answer, he could only be silent.

"Heaven and earth kill, kill to stop killing, and the way of killing is everywhere. It is neither real nor illusory, neither peaceful nor beautiful, neither chaotic nor evil...... In all existence, there is the killing intent of the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth. The old man uttered such inexplicable words.