After Liu Zhengyang hurriedly expressed his position, he stared at the little old man and observed his reaction.

Because although he has fully stated his position, saying that he has absolutely no malice towards the little old man, God knows whether the little old man believes it or not. As the real owner of the ruins, it is normal for the little old man to be a little wary, otherwise he would not have killed so many intruders.

But if the little old man is wary, Liu Zhengyang can only do it in order to return to the division in time.

Fortunately, none of the things he feared happened in the end.

The little old man readily believed Liu Zhengyang's words and said, "Okay, I believe you, let's continue."

"Wait a minute, you believe me so easily?" Liu Zhengyang was surprised and couldn't help asking.

"Otherwise?" The little old man replied, "I can see it, you are indeed a rare young talent, and I am not afraid to tell you that I am indeed the builder of the ruins, and now I am just condensed in those days. The formed spiritual sense, the spiritual sense is strong enough to make me a real existence."

"Then how powerful is your divine sense?" Liu Zhengyang was heartbroken.

Even with Liu Zhengyang's own powerful spiritual sense, he is far from being able to do the same thing!

Of course, this is not what Liu Zhengyang really cares about.

After all, even if you really know how powerful the other party's spiritual sense is, what's the point?

The most important thing now is to enter the ruins and get resources.

Liu Zhengyang hurriedly asked the little old man to bring himself into the ruins, and at the same time asked curiously: "Since you are the real builder of the ruins and have such a high level of drug production, you are also a powerful alchemist, right? In this case, you Why not figure out a way for your own resurrection?"

Thinking of the toxicity of the poisonous mist just now, Liu Zhengyang was secretly amazed at the same time in fear.

Since the little old man can refine such terrifying toxins, he is either an alchemist or a specialized poison maker.

If it's the latter, it's fine, but if it's the former, you should be able to refine what you want by yourself.

So why did he ask Liu Zhengyang for help?

The little old man slowly drifted forward, leading the way, and after a long silence he said, "Since you have seen so many things, I'm not afraid to tell you clearly, I was an alchemist back then, and many strong Everyone will come to me to make medicine pills. Later, because I was unwilling to serve some people, I ruined the poisonous hand."

Liu Zhengyang nodded lightly, not too surprised.

In the cultivation world, this is a very common thing.

The tree is big to attract the wind, after the alchemy master's reputation is big, there will definitely be all kinds of people who come here.

And among the people who come here, there will definitely be people who the alchemist himself hates.

Then refusing to alchemy is a logical thing.

However, it is quite rare to be retaliated against for such a thing, and even lose his life.

The little old man gritted his teeth angrily, and said angrily, "Because those **** were rejected by me and hated me for refining medicine pills for their enemies, they tried their best to kill me. At that time, those monks who were helped by me also because of If you're afraid of getting into trouble, you just pretend you don't know, you're a bunch of bastards!"

The little old man became more and more excited as he talked, and a very powerful coercion suddenly exuded from the mini body.

It can be seen that he was indeed a rare powerhouse during his lifetime.

It's a pity that the current body is too mini, and the energy that can be stored is pitiful.

He just broke out a little, and he was already exhausted and panting.