Probably because of the attention of the Demon King and Hades colleagues, Artemis, the goddess of the moon, did not dare to say it too clearly, but gave some more ambiguous and vague answers.

Even so, Zhuang Mingge's heart trembled.

No.1 Wake up.

Zhuang Mingge had already learned from the memories of the other seeds that the one hundred and eighth seeds, ranked within thirty-six, were all very important roles, and each one shouldered a different mission.

Each one is much more powerful than the seed after the thirty-sixth.

It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a natural difference.

And among these thirty-six seeds, the first seed is the most important in terms of strength and key.

What Zhuang Mingge wants most is NO.1.

It's a pity that up to now, his whereabouts are still a mystery, and he doesn't know who he is, Zhuang Mingge spent a lot of money and didn't find the first seed.

Zhuang Mingge even suspected that no one in this world, except for the disciples and himself, knew the whereabouts of the key number one.

NO.1 Awakening, Hong Kong, the end of mankind.

The answer given by the Goddess of the Moon was too vague, and Zhuang Mingge didn't understand what it meant.

He understood what the first word meant, but what did the second word Hong Kong mean?

Explain whether No.1 awakened in Hong Kong, or his next destination is Hong Kong, no matter which one it is, Zhuang Mingge feels that he should go to Hong Kong.

As for the last word, the end of humanity.

Does it mean that after NO.1 awakens, humanity has started the apocalypse? This is the rhythm of group annihilation.

Zhuang Mingge hurriedly transferred all the work at hand, explained that when he was away, everyone performed their duties, and then came forward in person and came to Hong Kong through the spaceship's teleportation system.

For three years after Judgment Day, Hong Kong remained the center of Asia.

Even now that the world has been rebuilt, Hong Kong is still shockingly prosperous, and no one can ignore the importance of Hong Kong, which can now be said to be the center of Asia.

Just as the heart of the European Quarter is London.

The importance of the status is self-evident.

Hong Kong is the territory of the Oriental monks, even if Zhuang Mingge, as the chairman of the alliance meeting, cannot mess around in this kind of place as he wants, so after coming to Hong Kong, the first thing Zhuang Mingge did was to call Chu Qingsi.

After explaining her intentions, Chu Qingsi said that she absolutely cooperated.

A few minutes later, a luxury car picked Zhuang Mingge up from the bustling street, and galloped all the way to the most central base camp of the Oriental Monks.

Temple!

Zhuang Mingge couldn't imagine that in the bustling modern city of Hong Kong, there would still be such an ancient building.

The garden in front of you is not very large, and the stones and shrubs are scattered together, as if they were designed to imitate the heavenly realm. The atmosphere in the garden was somewhat restless. A young man stands in the middle of it, as if he is about to merge with the scenery in the garden.

Zhuang Mingge looked at this young man carefully, and he could clearly feel that this young man's body contained a power as hot as a volcano.

The young man was slender and looked quite laid-back. He occasionally comes to this little world to relax, and at first glance, he seems to be a part of the landscape.

No one could have imagined how violent the power in his body would be if it burst out.

"This is Lord Lu Xian, the second only existence of the Empress among our monks. ”

The leader who brought Zhuang Mingge here blew away this soothing and leisurely atmosphere. The young man standing in the garden heard this voice and turned to look at Zhuang Mingge.

His eyes were like lightning, and his pupils were shining, and he looked powerful.

"President Yi Barrett, poor Lu Xian, is polite. ”

"Hello!"

The leader explained to Zhuang Mingge that he didn't look at Lord Lu Xian's youth, but in fact, he was already hundreds of years old, and this Heavenly Palace used to be Lu Xian's private mansion, but it was later given up as the base camp of the monks.

The mansion is full of auspicious symbols, such as the Buddha, the gods of the heavenly realm, the immortals, the beasts, the true shape of the five mountains, and even the birds and branches that are connected with the wings, all of which are used as hanging scrolls and ornaments. They are decorations and amulets that bless the owner of the mansion.

Zhuang Mingge sighed, and he could feel that he was an existence that was not inferior to the king of the magic world.

"Lord Lu Xian, you are wandering in the courtyard again, and there are still very important matters that you need to deal with personally. Just then, an old man walked in from outside. The old man's thin figure was dressed in a loose blue robe, which matched the mansion and the decorations, which could be said to complement each other.

However, the old man pointed to Lu Xian with a helpless look.

"Lord Lu Xian, please hurry up and go back with me to deal with official business, we still need your help in the monk world, you are the predecessor of the empress, you must be a good role model. ”

Lu Xian rubbed his temples with a little headache, saying that he had already dealt with too much official business and wanted to take a break, but the old man refused, so he had to go to deal with official business now.

Zhuang Mingge was a little surprised, why did a subordinate speak in the same tone as reprimanding the other party.

This is Zhuang Mingge's leader whispering to Zhuang Mingge that this old man's name is Wang Tao, and he is not a human being, or he used to be a human being, and he used to be the county commander of a county. The age is amazing, and it has a history of thousands of years.

The old man was well-read during his lifetime, and after his death, because of special reasons, he turned into a book immortal.

Later, he was taken in by Lu Xian's ancestors and slowly became the housekeeper of Lu Mansion.

Lu Xian was raised by this book immortal, and treated him like a father, so he naturally didn't dare to disobey this father's instructions. But I often forget it after hearing it, which makes the immortals in the book helpless.

"Uncle Wang, there are outsiders here, so don't let others see the jokes. Lu Xian said helplessly to the old man.

The old man only saw Zhuang Mingge clearly, and snorted coldly with disdain.

"Barbarian!"

Zhuang Mingge knew that Eastern monks generally did not look down on Western magicians, thinking that Western magicians were very barbaric, and although they could become powerful by cultivating magic, they could not live forever.

Peng Zu once lived to be 800 years old, but none of the kings of the West lived to be 350 years old.

On average, a king in the Western magical world can live for two hundred to three hundred years, but among the Eastern monks, the existence comparable to the king can also live for three hundred years, and the oldest one once lived for seven hundred years, almost catching up with Peng Zu.

Therefore, the Eastern monks were very disdainful of Western magicians.

Although there may be little difference in strength, there is much difference in lifespan.

Some of the older monks who are alive express their disdain for Westerners to call them barbarians, and although Zhuang Mingge is a mixed Chinese and Western, he can't escape this catastrophe.

(To be continued)