I Was Supposed To Slay the Dragon and Started To Cultivate Immortals Unexpectedly

Imperial Capital, outside Heishitou subway station.

"Are you serious?" Su Xiaoqian widened his eyes.

"I also hope this is a joke..." Lu Mingfei's face was not very good-looking, "This is a big deal."

Lu Mingfei never thought that there was a Nibelung root in the imperial capital.

Although he used to go to school in the imperial capital, the address of the preparatory class was in the suburbs, and he only went back to the imperial capital to play during the holidays.

Second, at that time, his highest cultivation level was only Xuanzhao. Although gods were far stronger than ordinary people, they were relatively common among cultivators. After all, his cultivation had not yet reached the stage of cultivating gods. The space in which it is located has already overlapped with the Nibelungen, and it is unlikely to be found.

In fact, if he hadn't broken through to the state of his heart and transformed his consciousness, he probably wouldn't have been able to discover this hidden Nibelungen.

But now he'd rather he didn't find out.

This Nibelung root is here, which means that there is at least one second-generation seed hidden in the imperial capital, and according to his feelings, the size and stability of this Nibelung root are far greater than the previous Nibelung root in Shennongjia, Although the scale has not reached the level of Bronze City, it is already very large. It is also possible to say that it is the first generation of Nibelungen.

There is a second-generation base hidden in the imperial capital, and it is very likely that it is the first-generation dragon. This news is too exciting.

If this dragon is really at the first-generation species level, it means that it has the ability to release the world-destroying word spirit. The first-generation species releases the world-destroying word spirit, regardless of radiation residues and the like, just in terms of destructive power, The power is no less than that of a large-yield nuclear bomb.

In other words, there is a nuclear bomb buried in the imperial capital now, and it is unknown when it will explode.

Lu Mingfei should really be glad that most dragons have no brains—to be precise, they are creatures that have brains but don’t use them. If these dragons were smarter and more ruthless, they would organize themselves to make suicide speeches in important areas of countries with nuclear bombs. Ling, if the murderer cannot be found, human beings must doubt each other. When the war is about to break out, if anyone can't help but shoot a nuclear warhead, then human civilization can basically declare the end.

But it may also be because even dragons can't withstand nuclear radiation, so dragons have no idea of ​​destroying human beings with nuclear bombs - what if they are destroyed together?

Except for this one now underground. .

If he encountered Nibelungen elsewhere, Lu Mingfei would definitely be excited to find a way to pry it open and go in to see what precious materials there are, and by the way, turn the owner of Nibelungen into precious materials.

But this... he really didn't dare to move.

If the dragon below blew itself up, then the third world war might have to be counted with fingers. If the car did not stop at that time, then all human beings might give up the status of the overlord of the earth to the next one in laughter and laughter. Races - If there are still races that can survive nuclear radiation.

"What should we do?" Su Xiaoqian obviously thought of this, and whispered in Lu Mingfei's ear.

"Let's go to Master Yuankong first," Lu Mingfei whispered, "The construction of Nibelungen takes a lot of time and energy, even the King of Bronze and Fire like Lao Tang can't build it in a short time. out of the Nibelungen, so it is certain that the dragon in this Nibelungen has been in the imperial capital for a long time. Since nothing happened for such a long time, it makes no sense that something will happen in the next few days. So let's not be in a hurry, let's go to Master Yuankong as originally planned, and then we will take a good look at the Nibelungen when we go back."

"Well," Su Xiaoqian nodded, and then became a little confused, "Can you enter the Nibelungen?"

"Uh..." Lu Mingfei blinked.

Although he can perceive Nibelungen with his divine sense, his divine sense is not strong enough to violently pry open a man-made independent space like Nibelungen.

But this is not a big problem, he has his own way to solve it.

"Don't worry, I can handle the matter of going in." Lu Mingfei was very confident in the little devil.

…

In the suburbs of Imperial Capital, outside a homestay.

Lu Mingfei and Su Xiaoqian walked into the hall.

"Welcome." A tall girl in home clothes with a single ponytail greeted her with a warm smile.

"Hello, let's find someone," Lu Mingfei said, "Master Yuankong should have said it?"

"Ah, the two are the people that Master Yuankong said would come to him," the girl showed a star-eyed look, "Master Yuankong told my father in the morning that there would be guests coming to him, let's put the two Take me over, the two of you are here now, you deserve to be masters, you must have calculated it in advance!"

Lu Mingfei: ? ? ?

Girl, is there a possibility, I mean maybe, this Master Yuankong doesn't know fortune-telling. He knew we were coming just because I called him in advance?

He had called Yuankong before he left. Yuankong said that he had already greeted the owner of Folklore, and asked Lu Mingfei and Su Xiaoqian to report his name directly after they arrived, saying that they were looking for him, and the waiter would take them there.

I don't know how Master Yuankong told the waiter, but the waiter thought it was the master who figured it out...

Lu Mingfei didn't know if Master Yuankong would do the math, but even if he did, he wouldn't be able to count himself. Although the supernatural power of covering the sun has no sense of existence, the effect has always been exerted, not to mention one It is basically impossible for a Xuanzhaojing cultivator to master the technique of divination, and even if he masters it, it is impossible to break his cover.

Under the guidance of the waiter, Lu Mingfei and Su Xiaoqian walked to a bungalow.

"Tuk Tuk..."

The waiter knocked on Yuankong's door lightly: "Master, the guest you mentioned earlier is here."

"The old monk is here."

The sound of this sentence is from far to near. When the word "old" is heard, it still sounds closer to the wall in the room, and when the word "lai" is reached, it is already outside the door.

As soon as the words fell, Master Yuankong opened the door, took the initiative to hold the seal in front of Lu Mingfei, and gave a door salute just like yesterday.

Lu Mingfei and Su Xiaoqian followed in a Buddhist namaste, and the waiter on the side widened his eyes, feeling that he might have received two more incredible people.

Welcome Lu Mingfei and Su Xiaoqian into the room, and Yuankong closed the door.

Lu Mingfei glanced roughly at the house, the clean and tidy folk decoration. Although the tenant, Master Yuankong, is a Buddhist, there is almost nothing in the house with Buddhist style. If he has to say it, he can only put it on the table A brand-new hardcover collector's edition of the classics, from the small print on the spine, it can be seen that it is from Xinhua Press.

"Amitabha, fellow Daoist Lu, fellow Daoist Su, please sit down," Yuankong pointed to a square table with three stools around it, and a copper pot was used to make hot tea, "The old monk is poor and can't book a good hotel. I can't afford good tea, so I can only entertain two Taoist friends with the tea provided by the owner of this homestay, please forgive me for any inconsistencies."

"It's alright, cultivators don't talk about those false things."

Lu Mingfei waved his hands indifferently, pulled Su Xiaoqian to sit down, and sniffed the tip of his nose, but found that something was wrong.

The owner of the homestay will bring such good tea to the guests?

Having been with Principal Angers for a long time, and having grown up with Xiao Qiang and his future father-in-law before, Lu Mingfei is not really an expert on tea, but he still has some understanding of the quality of tea.

The aroma of this tea alone, although it is far from the private collection that he has brought in from the principal, is estimated to cost several thousand yuan per catty. If the homestay sends this kind of tea to the guests, I am afraid that it will go bankrupt long ago.

"Do you have any doubts, fellow Daoist Lu?" Lu Mingfei didn't hide his expression, and Yuankong naturally noticed it.

"It's nothing, I just find it strange, this tea is a bit too good for a gift." Lu Mingfei said bluntly.

"Sure enough, when Patron Yang brought the tea, he refused to show the package to the old monk. He just put it in a box. The old monk felt that the tea should not be cheap, but Patron Yang insisted that it was ordinary tea bought from a tea shop outside. , the kindness is difficult to accept, and the old monk has to accept it."

Shizhu Yang pointed out that he should be the owner of this homestay.

"It seems that this donor Yang knows that the master is not an ordinary person." Lu Mingfei said thoughtfully.

"But the old monk is indeed an ordinary person. Compared with other people, he just learned a Buddhist mental method and practiced a few Buddhist magical powers," Yuankong said, "But in the end, these are all external things, and As far as the old monk himself is concerned, there is no difference between the old monk and the ordinary person, it's just... Previously, donor Yang and his daughter had to see the scene of the poor monk subduing a yellow essence, and the attitude of donor Yang towards the old monk also changed. ."

"Huang Jing? Do you mean the weasel demon?" Lu Mingfei's eyes widened.

"Yes," Yuankong nodded, "The old monk found this yellow essence in a village near the imperial capital in Jizhou. It has absorbed the essence of many young and middle-aged villagers in the village. Although it is not fatal, it has injured those few. The fundamental vitality of the individual, these people are almost no different from those who are innately deficient after their essential energy has been greatly damaged. The deficiency in the body is difficult to make up. After that, they cannot do heavy physical labor or exercise vigorously, which will also affect them. Fertility and longevity, so although this Huang Jing did not kill, it is already killing."

"That's why the old monk planned to take it, but he didn't expect it to absorb the essence of these people in the village to improve his cultivation. Although the magic power is impure, it has some weight. It has escaped from the old monk several times. The monk also chased him all the way to the outskirts of the imperial capital, until three days ago, when he was about to attack the father and daughter of the benefactor Yang, he did not find him again, and then ended his sins."

Lu Mingfei felt that he had really opened his eyes these two days.

Not only did I see a Buddhist monk, but I also learned of a weasel demon from the Buddhist monk's mouth—although it was already cold.

However, this can also explain why the waiters and folklore bosses outside treat Master Yuankong as gods and people, and they are very earnest.

"By the way, Master, what did you do with that weasel demon after you caught it?" Su Xiaoqian asked curiously.

"Catch it?" Yuankong shook his head, "The old monk didn't catch it, he just killed it with a weapon."

"The old monk has fought against this Huang Jing many times, and he is very sure that this Huang Jing made a big mistake, and he has no regrets," Yuankong said, "Since it is obsessed with no regrets, the old monk can only do it himself to get rid of it. Evil owl. After it was killed by the old monk, although it made a big mistake, it has already been put to death. Human death is like a lamp, everything is empty, and the death of a demon should naturally be the same, so the old monk took its body. Good life buried."

Su Xiaoqing nodded, indicating that he knew, and took a sip from the teacup.

"Buried in the old monk's five internal organs temple." Yuankong added leisurely.

"Cough cough cough..." Su Xiaoqian chokes a sip of tea in his throat.

Wouldn't this master also be in a mood?

"Just kidding," Yuankong waved his hand, "In fact, the old monk buried Huang Jing's body in the suburban collar not far away after using the Buddha Dharma to overcome the demonic energy."

"I'm tired and ask, if that Huang Jing repented, what would you do with it, Master?" Lu Mingfei asked curiously.

You can't "put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot", right? That's not what people meant when they said it.

"Of course it is called suicide," Yuankong said. "It's such a big mistake that it deserves the death penalty. It doesn't want to repent, so the old monk can only do it."

"Then I probably understand why it didn't regret it..." Su Xiaoqian complained in his heart.

"It makes sense." Lu Mingfei spread out one palm and slammed the other with a fist.

Su Xiaoqian:…

Forget it, he was in a mood.

"By the way, Master, do you still remember where Huang Jing's body was buried?" Lu Mingfei asked.

"Remember, what's the matter? Do you have any thoughts on fellow Lu Daoist?" Master Yuankong asked.

"You see this Huang Jing is dead, leaving a skin bag is useless, why don't you just slap someone who is still alive?" Lu Mingfei rubbed his hands together and said, "A monster with a relatively high cultivation base usually has a dead body within three to five days. There will be too much loss of essence, and it will not be corrupted and deteriorated. Now dig it out and deal with it, it should still be a good material for alchemy."

Empty: …

Forget it, this fellow Daoist is in a state of mind.

"I'm sorry, Master, he has a problem here." Su Xiaoqian covered Lu Mingfei's mouth, pointed at his head and apologized to Yuankong.

"It doesn't matter, it's the time when the ghosts of the Taoist Sect are calming down, and their minds are open and boundless, and it's normal to gallop freely."

"Master, your emotional intelligence is quite high. UU reading www.uukanshu.com can describe intermittent neuropathy so literary." Lu Mingfei gave a thumbs up.

Su Xiaoqian covered his mouth again, and quickly changed the subject: "By the way, Master, have you seen many monsters? How many have you seen? Can you tell us about it?"

"I'm ashamed to say it," Yuankong folded his hands together, "The old monk has been practicing for about thirty years, but he has only seen this monster in the past 30 years. It seems to be a monster that hurts people, and the poor monk had to save it himself. It's just strange, this monster doesn't seem to be from our own country, but from Japan, and although it's not clear when it speaks, I always feel that some Japanese characteristics are mixed in it."

"From Japan?" Lu Mingfei blinked. Could it be that he came from across the sea? Not only do people go abroad these days, but also monsters go abroad?

But if it really came from Japan, then there are probably other monsters in Japan. It seems that he has to find time to find Yuan Zhisheng. Maybe he will have some unexpected results in Japan.

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