I, who was supposed to slay dragons, accidentally started cultivating immortals

Chapter 338

In the imperial capital, it was a sunny day.

At least on the surface it was sunny and sunny.

The chief judge, Vercetti, lives in a rather luxurious hotel in the imperial capital. He doesn’t need to worry about being noticed, because the “luxury” of this hotel is far from top-notch among all the high-end hotels in the imperial capital. They would choose to live in a hotel that is more upscale than it - the majestic chief judge, the elder of the dragon clan who was second only to the monarch in the first generation of species, and even worse than the half-breed species would enjoy it. Who would believe it?
Besides, if a dragon is determined to hide, let alone the first-generation species, even if it is only a third-generation species, it is almost impossible to be discovered that it is a dragon after disguised as a human. If it is above the second-generation species, then unless you If the horse's feet are exposed, otherwise it will be impossible to be recognized, so these dark-faced monarchs will never be exposed.

However, Versetti always has an inexplicable premonition, and since he set foot on this land where there were once many heroes, his premonition has become more and more ominous.

And since he got some information, this ominous premonition turned into a headache.

The country he is in now has an idiom called "unfavorable start", which should be applied to himself now.

Solim, the confidant he sent out, disappeared.

Solomon's Temple has collected information - the last time Sorem appeared on a certain street in the imperial capital, he fainted on the street, was carried into a taxi by a young man, and Sorem disappeared after the taxi drove away. Only that young man later reappeared in Imperial University.

Versetti's first reaction when he heard the news was "Are you fucking kidding me?" On the street, in public, quietly subduing the second-generation Solem?
Is this the goddamn King Bai revived? !
Of course, Versetti knew in his heart that the White King was dead, and it was impossible to resurrect him, so it was not the White King who killed Solem.

But who could the White King be?There have indeed been many heroes on this land, but most of them led a group of warriors, hunting and burying dragons with the advantages of numbers and battle formations. No matter how strong their own strength is, they are only borderline between the duke and the prince. .

Puzzled, he took it for granted that Solomon's Temple would send someone to spy on the young man.

Then the people who were sent there also evaporated as expected.

This piece of land is like a gigantic beast that is so huge that its shape cannot be seen. The hybrid race is afraid of the dragon, and the dragon is afraid of this giant beast. Every time it opens and closes, countless dragons living on it Crushed, blood flowed like a river.

Since the time of King Qin, Versaiti has been away from this land for more than two thousand years, and he has already forgotten this shameful fear, but when he set foot on this land again, the faint blood of the same kind The breath was still lingering at the tip of his nose.

What he didn't know was that he should be thankful that Liu Xiu's primordial spirit state was dragged up by force, a twisted product of pure soul power stitched, accumulated, and fused, otherwise he would have been discovered long ago.

"Long nights and dreams, we can't procrastinate any longer." Feeling that the imprint he had left on Honoria was still functioning normally, Vercetti made a quick decision, "Invade the Nibelungen tonight!"

……

Imperial Capital, Imperial Capital Hotel, Executive Suite.

This is the second best hotel in the Imperial Capital, and the better one is the Imperial Capital State Guest House, but the higher-end rooms inside are not open to unidentified guests, so the best room that a purely rich person can live in the Imperial Capital is In the Imperial Hotel.

Of course, as a "black swan" like a Valkyrie in the world's financial battlefield, Su Enxi has ways to send herself and Mai Tokutoku to that state hotel, but to be honest, there is neither the need nor the mood for her.

"The boss said there will be a big show tonight," Su Enxi patted open a bag of potato chips, "Do you want to watch a show with long legs?"

"Do you want to watch it with your life?" Mai Jiude stared at the computer screen in front of him. On the screen, the red-haired girl was sleeping soundly on the huge dragon king. Like two idiots, they fell asleep after crying enough.

By the way, the film was provided by Lu Mou, an enthusiastic citizen who did not want to be named.

I don’t know how the boss is so powerful that he can be monitored in the Nibelungen. What kind of camera is of such good quality?By the way, does this count as spying on personal privacy?But is the Dragon King's privacy protected by law?

Mai Tokuku wanted to complain about this.

"It's rare for the boss to be kind this time, and he didn't assign any tasks to us, as long as we record everything in the Nibelungen." Su Enxi grabbed a handful of potato chips and threw it into her mouth inside.

"Really? Why do I feel that this task is enough to kill me..." Mai Toku shook his head.

"Damn? What's the matter? With your surveillance records, you still want to go to the Nibelungen to shoot real scenes?"

"Of course I don't want to go in," Jiude Mai shook his head, a little uncertain, "but...you said that if the Dragon King puts a world-killing word spirit in his Nibelung root, then his Nibelung root... Can you live?"

"Don't worry," Su Enxi walked to Jiu De Mai and patted her on the shoulder to comfort her, "Based on my knowledge of the dragon race, this Nibelungen must..."

"Surely it won't explode?" Mai Shutoku breathed a sigh of relief.

"I definitely can't bear it." Su Enxi shook her head.

"Damn! Then you are still so calm?" Jiu Toku Mai was furious.

"So what if you're not calm? Haven't you heard a famous saying about earthquakes in Japan? 'You don't need to run away from a small earthquake, but you can't run away from a big earthquake'," Su Enxi shrugged. Yes, but the Dragon King's Exterminating Words Spirit is not an earthquake but a nuclear explosion, it really can't run away, and it's useless to worry about it."

"So is tonight the last night of our lives that depends on whether or not that Yanling explodes?" Mai Tokuku asked with a bitter face.

"Well," Su Enxi nodded, showing unexpectedly calm, "So after the show starts, tonight must be an exciting night, so exciting that you might die."

"Then I must have a good time before I die!" Jiu De Mai stood up from the boss chair, smirked at Su Enxi like a hungry tiger, took her flying and crushed her on the bed.

"Damn it! What are you going to do with long legs?! Bastard! Don't pinch! Don't pinch! Don't hit! Oh, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts..."

Su Enxi didn't know if the stabbing would be irritating tonight, but at least this afternoon, it was very irritating to her.

Even a little too exciting.

……

At night, in the imperial capital, in the rooms of Lu Mingfei and Su Xiaoqiang in a certain hotel.

"Yes, that's probably how things are. When I finish the matter in the imperial capital, master, do you have time to go to Yingzhou with me?" Lu Mingfei asked Master Yuankong on the other side of the phone.

He was going to go with Master Yuankong before, but after all, he was not in a hurry, so he delayed it for various reasons. Now that something evil has happened, he suddenly became urgent. , Lu Mingfei prepared to go by himself.

"I didn't expect Master Yang's father and daughter... Amitabha," Master Yuankong on the other side of the phone sighed deeply, and proclaimed the Buddha's name, "the old monk still has some things here, but it will be over soon, and all we need In the month of time, Fellow Daoist Lu can go first, and the old monk will arrive later, and you and I will call at that time."

"Okay." Lu Mingfei nodded, explained a few words to Master Yuankong, and hung up the phone.

After hanging up the phone, Lu Mingfei was about to talk to Su Xiaoqiang when Si Ming, who was leaning against the wall, suddenly trembled.

Waving his sleeves and drawing the sword into his hand, a thought came from somewhere, and the invasion imprint left in the Nibelungen of Shennongjia moved.

"Have you started?"

Lu Mingfei squinted his eyes and said "just right" in his heart.

"Xiao Qiang, dragons have begun to invade Xia Mi and Fenrir's Nibelungen," Lu Mingfei said, "I'll go help first, after the matter is settled, let's go back to the academy and go to Yingzhou immediately, how about it? "

"Be careful." Su Xiaoqiang straightened Lu Mingfei's collar.

Although her cultivation base is not low, participating in the dragon king's melee is still not enough, and it was just adding to the chaos in the past, so it is best to wait here for Lu Mingfei.

But even though Lu Mingfei had repeatedly assured him that nothing would happen to him, Su Xiaoqiang was unavoidably worried.

"Do not worry."

Stretching out his hand to hug Su Xiaoqiang, Lu Mingfei skillfully cast an invisibility technique on himself, fitting with the sword and turning into a rainbow light invisible to the naked eye of ordinary people, passing through the window towards Xiami Nibelungen.

Su Xiaoqiang looked at the direction where Lu Mingfei was leaving, his eyes were full of worry, but it turned into helplessness afterward.

"Asshole! You won't open the window before you leave? How can I explain the broken glass to the hotel!"

……

In the imperial capital, in the room of the hotel where Vercetti was staying, the night outside the huge French windows was like ink.

Several other dark-side monarchs had already set off first, and Versetti took a deep breath, preparing to invade along with his mark.

Whether he can ascend the throne of the real monarch depends on today.

Even with the long life experience of the chief judge, Vercetti's mood cannot be calm at this moment.

Then there was the sound of knuckles hitting the glass, and Vercetti's heartbeat became restless.

He turned his head abruptly, and outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, a young man in the uniform of Imperial Capital University was smiling, and he bent his index finger and knocked on the glass as if knocking on a door.

Ink-like long hair spread out and fluttered in the ink-like night.

Not only the hair was fluttering, but the young man was also fluttering. There were no membrane wings, no strong wind, no such inconspicuous footholds—he was just floating out of thin air.

Versetti had seen that young man—in the information sent by Solomon's Temple.

Seeing Versetti turn his head, the young man smiled and nodded, then passed through the glass and floated into the room, like a ghost without form.

Coming from the deepest part of the bloodline, the survival instinct of life frantically warned Vercetti, and the characteristics of dragons covered his whole body in an instant.

——As I said earlier, if Liu Xiu hadn’t been a sapling to encourage the primordial spirit, he would have discovered Versailles long ago. This is a matter of time, not whether or not.

Now the time has come, so here he is.

(End of this chapter)