The Daily Life of the Immortal King

The current situation of the Huaxiu Federation is a bit busy. The skull of the Dark Ancestor was stolen. They secretly dispatched tens of thousands of celestial mobile teams to patrol the country, trying to find clues about the nightmare. The cultivation police stations all over the country have entered a state of alert.

The loss of the Dark Ancestor's skull, if this matter is exposed, Hua Xiulian will lose all face.

In addition, the Hundred Regiments Battle at Jiulong Mountain was also conducted under the official command of the Huaxiu Federation. This time the Hundred Regiments Battle was actually a celebration of the anniversary of the founding of the People's Republic of China. lost things.

And the most important thing is that Xie Sanxiao's final death place was on Jiulong Mountain...

In this regard, Dean Qi has had a hard time sleeping and eating for the past few days. He is a little worried that what happened back then will happen again...

Still November 10th, Monday.

This afternoon, in the meeting room on the top floor of Huaxiu Union, Dean Qi was waiting for an important guest. An old man in ragged clothes walked into the meeting room led by a dignified and beautiful secretary. The old man had white hair all over his head, his face was full of stubble, and he was wearing a hemp shirt from the market. Can't help but slander, saying that this is an old man from the countryside.

However, Dean Qi's attitude towards this person was unusually respectful.

He is one of the top ten generals of Huaxiu Kingdom! The wise saint enshrined in the highest position! Seeing the old man coming now, the whole person couldn't help but take a step forward, holding the old man's hands tightly: "Master!"

Yes, this old man is no one else, but the teacher who guided Dean Qi step by step on the road of cultivation. At the same time, the old man also has another identity, that is, the Chief Protector of Tianmai of Huaxiu Nation.

This is a hidden position that is not known to outsiders. All the Tianmai in Huaxiu Kingdom are equipped with a Sanxian-level Dharma Guardian day and night to prevent those who have steps from stealing the resources of the underground spiritual veins.

But today, Huaxiu Country's Chief Protector of Tianmai is the old man in front of him who is ugly and tattered, Mister Huang, Huang Feng.

Protecting the Tianmai is an extremely hard work.

As the chief protector, Mr. Huang naturally shoulders this heavy mission. The places where the Tianmai are located are all rural areas with high mountains and dangerous waters. If you live in such a place, no matter how brightly you dress, you will also be in a few days. Become like a beggar.

This is a hard job, but Mr. Huang has persisted for thousands of years.

It is self-evident that the underground spiritual veins, especially the heavenly veins, are non-renewable resources. If it is excavated and misappropriated, it will affect the foundation of Huaxiu Nation.

The Tianmai is the aura of a great country, and Mr. Huang, as the chief protector, knows the importance of it better than anyone else.

"Teacher, do you want to take a break first..."

"You are in a hurry to ask me to come over, so Ya asked me to take a shower first." Mr. Huang is obviously a casual person. He didn't care about his rags at all, so he pulled a chair and sat down.

Dean Qi faced his former teacher, and for a moment he didn't know how to speak.

Mr. Huang smiled: "The skull of the Dark Ancestor was stolen, is this what you want to talk about?"

"How did the teacher know about this?" Dean Qi showed a surprised expression. This matter is highly confidential.

"The number of Xianshu mobile teams has increased, and in addition to the Hundred Regiments Battle that will be held in Jiulong Mountain for the children in the near future, I am wondering whether this matter has something to do with Jiulong Mountain. When it comes to Jiulong Mountain, the first thing I think of is Naturally, it is the legendary Dark Ancestor who dominated the world back then."

Mr. Huang said: "So many mobile celestial arts teams are dispatched at the same time. I guess they may be looking for something... But I'm not sure about this kind of thing. I didn't confirm it until I saw you." .”

"The teacher knows everything well, and the students admire it." Dean Qi bowed.

He invited Mr. Huang to come here, of course, to find out the truth, and Mr. Huang's spiritual root is a special spiritual root in the legend, which has a magical psychic quality. The moment the old gentleman saw Dean Qi, he immediately saw a phantom image of a bone in his mind.

Immediately, he knew that the dark ancestor's skull was missing.

"If it wasn't forced by the situation, the disciple would definitely not dare to disturb the teacher to go out of the mountain."

"Okay, there's no need to say more polite words."

Mr. Huang waved his hand: "Come on, tell me what happened in detail."

Dean Qi nodded. Using teleportation, he instantly transmitted the whole story of the incident into Mr. Huang's mind.

Mr. Huang's eyes brightened: "Nightmare... This guy is still alive? There are strange people who can help the dead to be resurrected."

"May the teacher find the whereabouts of Nightmare?"

"Let me try." Mr. Huang took a deep breath. He gathered his spiritual power, and the scene in his mind instantly rose into a large cloud of smoke.

A few minutes later, Mr. Huang opened his eyes with sweat all over his head, and he couldn't help showing a look of surprise: "It's a strange thing..."

"What's wrong, teacher? What's wrong?"

"In my psychic dream, there has never been such a phenomenon."

Mr. Huang said: "In the past, if I want to psychic about something, even if I can't see it clearly, I can still knock out a rough outline, and finally analyze it in combination with the actual situation, and I can often find clues. But this time, when I channeled the psychic, I saw that the sea of ​​spirits was shrouded in mist, and I couldn't even see the outline of it."

"This..." Dean Qi: "Then what does the teacher think?"

"The strength of the person behind the scenes cannot be underestimated... I'm afraid it's above me... If this person intends to resurrect the Dark Ancestor, I'm afraid that the Dark Ancestor is just a pawn of his. The other party should want to use this Dark Ancestor The power to achieve something. But what is it..."

Mr. Huang muttered to himself.

But what he said suddenly brought up the point.

In just a few seconds, the master and apprentice suddenly thought of one thing. Their faces were frightened, and their hairs almost stood on end at this moment!

"General pulse valve!" The two said in unison.

The other party's resurrection of the Dark Ancestor was definitely aimed at the main valve of Nine Dragon Mountain! The people behind this scene want to imitate the Dark Ancestor back then, and absorb all the underground spiritual veins on the earth from the main vein through the natural resonance power of the ancient god clan and the underground spiritual veins!

At that time, the earth's spiritual energy will be exhausted, and it will surely fall into a situation of eternal doom!

"This matter is of great importance, and the Dark Ancestor must be quickly killed in the cradle." Mr. Huang said solemnly: "Since no one in this world is an opponent of the Dark Ancestor, then gather the strength of all experts to suppress it together! Take down this dark ancestor! This person is too crazy... Once he recovers, he will definitely kill him!"