"At that time, I was very fascinated by the art of immortality. In order to obtain it, I even abandoned the newly established empire and set up this five formations and three levels with Qingfeng as a place of cultivation.

This art of immortality requires men and women to be honest with each other and practice naked. After Qingfeng passed all the art of immortality to me, he died.

It turns out that this art of immortality violates the laws of heaven and earth, and can only be a unique existence. If I want to be immortal, there will only be death in that area.

Even if I can live for thousands of years, I can only hide in Lanwei's belly and live forever in this isolated world.

What's the point of immortality that can only live in the blue tail's belly?

I started to work on improvements. I urgently need the kind of immortality that can live among the world.

I have opened the five formations and three levels to allow more capable people to come in and explore the secret of immortality with me."

After hearing this, Bao Bao gained a new understanding of the corpses that died on the road through the levels. They were not killed by the obstacles in the levels, but they should have become experimental tools for the person in front of him.

"Perhaps it is talent or luck that allowed me to discover the secret. Now, the art of immortality that I have mastered is not only the immortality in Lanwei's belly, but also the ability to achieve immortality anywhere in the universe.

I think you have great talent! Boy, I have decided to pass on the art of immortality to you."

The baby didn't appreciate it at all and refused coldly.

"I don't need immortality, you should pass it on to your descendants!"

"I chose you!"

After the old man finished his statement, he began to take off the baby's clothes.

"Old man, what are you doing?"

"Teach you the art of immortality!"

The old man said it very solemnly

"I told you there's no need!"

The baby's tone was as cold as ice. For a man, being unable to move his whole body and having his clothes taken off by another man, or an old man, is a kind of humiliation.

The old man took off the baby's shirt, and the well-proportioned young back was so fascinating, like a far-reaching landscape painting.

The hands with bulging veins like old tree bark stroked the shoulder blades on the baby's back, as carefully as if they were treating a rare treasure.

"It's not up to you!"

The old man's hands began to reach into the baby's pants and unbuttoned the pants.

"Stop, I told you to stop!"
Chapter completed!