When I was supposed to be slaying the dragon, I accidentally started cultivating immortality

Deep in Shennongjia, in front of a lake.

Lu Mingfei held Si Ming in his hands and slowly closed his eyes. His spiritual consciousness and magic power connected with Si Ming's Qi. A chilling atmosphere spread in the forest. The temperature gradually dropped, and the humid air even condensed dewdrops on the grass blades. .

Compared with the crude cultivation methods of ancient times, the progressive realms of Qi-eating, swirling light, and heartbeat have greater advantages in cultivation. To put it simply, cultivation is like upgrading in a game. The improvement of the realm will give the character sets. The last BUFF to gain experience points.

After about a year of latent cultivation in the Heartbeat Realm, Lu Mingfei's overall strength has increased several times compared to a year ago. He has no shortcomings in essence, energy, and spirit. Even in the world of monks, he can be regarded as a small master. .

With the support of his spiritual consciousness and magic power, Siming gradually touched another layer of space hidden under the real space. Ripples like water waves rippled in the air, and became more and more violent. Until a certain moment, Lu Mingfei clearly felt The Qi movement all over the body suddenly changed.

He had entered the Nibelungs again.

The village chief in the Nibelung told him before that Siming, as the builder of the Nibelung, might have the ability to enter and exit the Nibelung with his sword. Now it seems that this guess is indeed correct. With Si Ming here, he doesn't have to look for the little devil if he wants to enter the Nibelungen.

The instinct of beasts to hide their breath is still too rough for a monk in the Heartbeat Realm. The last time he came to the Nibelungen, Lu Mingfei was almost attacked by a fish that turned into a deadpool in the pond because his ability to sense breath was still shallow. But now To him, the smell of the fish under the pool was no different from that of a lit candle. Thinking of this, Lu Mingfei couldn't help but feel relieved and proud that his years of hard work had finally paid off.

Oh no, why am I comparing myself to a school of fish?

After realizing that he seemed a bit embarrassed to be proud of a group of fish, Lu Mingfei unleashed a somewhat ferocious murderous intent, frightening the dozen or so fish that were rushing towards him in the pool and fled in panic, and then met the commander in his palm. The fit turned into a sword light and flew straight in the direction of the village in his impression. The vegetation and rocks in front of him were split into two by the sword light. This method was already beginning to show the style of a swordsman.

It’s just that if the grass, trees, mountains and rocks were conscious, they would probably be scolded.

However, after just a cup of tea, the shadow of the village appeared in Lu Mingfei's eyes - this was because he got lost along the way and lost a lot of time.

The sword light dissipated, and Lu Mingfei landed on the ground with Si Ming on his back, and walked towards the village. To show that he was not hostile, he waved to the sentry standing guard at the entrance of the village from a distance - if he was holding a pitchfork, it would count. Sentinel's words.

"\u0026amp;%......(\u0026amp;*Y # ￥ # \u0026amp;......"

The villager dressed as a sentry had a pair of bright golden eyes, he was tall and majestic, and his cheeks were covered with gray scales. When he saw Lu Mingfei waving to him in the distance, he was stunned for a moment, then showed an excited expression, holding a pitchfork and shouting Lu Mingfei didn't understand the ancient pre-Qin language and ran towards him.

Feeling through the Qi machine that the visitor was not hostile to him, Lu Mingfei still carried Si Ming on his back. He thought about it in his mind. He seemed to have seen this man last time he came to the village - it should be said that he was a rare sight. Animal, most people in the village have seen him and been seen by him.

It seemed like this man probably remembered him.

"￥... # ￥ # /%￥..."

The man stood in front of Lu Mingfei, stomping his pitchfork into the ground, talking and gesticulating to Lu Mingfei, but Lu Mingfei really couldn't understand what he was saying. If this man could write, he might be able to understand it. A few small seal characters, but to speak... two thousand years of accent changes, let alone he can't understand it, even experts who specialize in Qin Dynasty culture can't understand it!

Realizing that the person in front of him had a different accent than his own, the man scratched his head, picked up the pitchfork with one hand, and pulled Lu Mingfei with the other hand toward the village. Lu Mingfei did not resist, and allowed him to take her away, being carried along all the way. When we arrived at a house, we received many strange looks from the villagers on the road.

Standing in front of the house with the man, Lu Mingfei could sense that there was an aura inside. However, when he first came here, he did not have enough cultivation to subdivide the aura. Although he has enough cultivation now, the data collected before was not accurate, and there was no method comparison.

The man banged the wooden door hard twice and shouted twice. I don't know what kind of wood it was, but it didn't break even under the powerful hammering of this mixed-blood species.

A clear and pleasant female voice sounded, and the door was opened. A girl wearing linen and animal skin skirt stood behind the door, looking at Lu Mingfei in surprise.

Lu Mingfei raised an eyebrow, she was still an acquaintance - the first mixed race he saw when he came to Nibelungen last time was this little girl.

Perhaps it was a meeting of acquaintances, but the girl seemed quite excited. She looked up and down at Lu Mingfei, looking left and right. Lu Mingfei was so shameless that she felt a little embarrassed. She just said a few words to the big man. After speaking, the big man nodded and left, but before leaving, he gave Lu Mingfei a deep look, which made Lu Mingfei confused.

The big man left, and the girl took Lu Mingfei's hand and led him towards the village chief's house in the distance.

Outside the village chief's house, the girl shouted loudly. The large wooden door opened, and the burly half-human, half-dragon village chief walked out. His eyes were obviously a little surprised when he saw Lu Mingfei.

The village chief seemed very happy, and Lu Mingfei was also very happy, because the only person in the whole village who could communicate with him normally was the village chief.

"Mr. Lu, you're here." Although the village chief looked a little scary, his attitude was still very friendly. He greeted Lu Mingfei and welcomed him into the house.

"We meet again, Rizheng."

Li Zheng was the village chief in the Qin Dynasty.

"This time Mr. Lu came, but he met a dragon?" The village chief still remembered the agreement he made with Lu Mingfei.

"Well," Lu Mingfei nodded, "I came here this time just to ask you, Li Zheng, to do me a favor and deal with some princes."

"How many...Prince?" Li Zheng's eyelids twitched. Although he and the villagers were bent on pursuing the glorious achievements of their ancestors and wanted to kill a few dragons with their own hands,...Prince, there were still several. Isn't it a joke? A little big?

Li Zheng had never seen a dragon in his life, but he knew that the people in his village had only suppressed a duke, and the prince was stronger than the duke.

"Of course, I don't let Li Zheng and you help for nothing," Lu Mingfei said, "If you are willing to take action, I will provide each warrior with a set of armor, bows and spears from the elite warriors of the Great Qin Xuanjia. Although they are different from those two thousand years ago, It is inevitable that there will be some differences compared to other, but the difference should not be big, and it is guaranteed that the power is only stronger, not weaker."

The village chief thought for a moment and nodded cheerfully.

There are also armors and weapons left by the black armor warriors in the past in the village, but after more than two thousand years, even the armor used by the most elite black armor warriors in the Qin Dynasty has become rusty.

"But Mr. Lu, how are you going to bring in the armor and weapons?" The village chief was a little confused. Counting the young and strong men and women in the village who can fight, there are about three to four hundred people. If you want to arm them, what is needed? No luck with the equipment.

"No need for luck," Lu Mingfei said, "I'll make it directly."

"make?"

In the village chief's puzzled eyes, Lu Mingfei walked out of the house, stood in the open space in front of the house and closed his eyes. His consciousness sank into the sea of ​​consciousness and appeared in front of Constantine.

"Constantine, can you lend me your authority?" Lu Mingfei asked.

"Yeah." Constantine nodded obediently.

The Heavenly Book rolled up Constantine's soul, and with the help of the Heavenly Book, a small part of the authority belonging to the King of Bronze and Fire was directly controlled by Lu Mingfei.

The power of laws that were completely different from bloodline and cultivation came to him. Lu Mingfei closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, they were filled with red and smooth glass!

Electric light emerged around his body, and in the twisted electric light, the dark and reddish metal slag emerged out of thin air, melting and converging with each other. The mighty black armor has taken shape, and the details almost completely correspond to the village chief's figure, as if it was tailor-made.

Yan Ling·Heaven and earth are the furnace.

The village chief's eyes were quite shocked. Firstly, he was shocked by the powerful speech spirit of Lu Mingfei, a creature of the void. Secondly, he did not expect that Lu Mingfei actually knew the equipment style of the black armor warriors - he had seen those left by his ancestors. The armor made by Lu Mingfei is almost exactly the same.

But in fact, Lu Mingfei was just imitating the armor of several Qin soldiers who appeared in a dream about Ying Zheng and Zhao Wangqian that he had after leaving the Nibelung a few years ago (see Chapter 174) and his own This set of armor was created through the retelling of Xia Mi who experienced the Qin Dynasty.

"Li Zheng, call the other villagers who will participate in the battle," Lu Mingfei said, "I will make a set of suitable armor and weapons for each of you."

"Okay... okay." The village chief nodded with dull eyes.

…

In the sky, a private jet from North America flew to China. The jet flew through the clouds, leaving a white trail.

As far as private jets are concerned, they generally do not need to carry too many passengers, and the same is true for the Caesar aircraft. Even though it is a model with a relatively large passenger capacity among private jets, it can only carry Fourteen passengers.

But it's more than enough.

On the plane were all the members of the special operations team except Lu Mingfei. Under Caesar's arrogance, they set out ahead of the others. While the others were still waiting for the passenger plane, Caesar's private plane was already approaching. In China, although the landing process is a bit cumbersome, it is still faster overall than waiting for a passenger plane.

Caesar had never learned this idiom about the so-called military strength and speed, but he never wanted to fall behind others, so his team must be the first to arrive.

"Hey, Caesar," Nono stretched out his hand to hammer Caesar who was sitting next to him, "Why do you seem to have a weird attitude towards me recently? It seems like you always want to avoid me?"

"Really? It's your misunderstanding. Maybe you've been under too much pressure on exams recently." Caesar looked through some information compiled by Norma.

"Illusion? Have you forgotten my ability?" Nono rolled his eyes.

She doesn't have a word spirit, but her ability to "profile" is not weaker than a word spirit from a certain perspective.

Caesar fell silent.

"So what's going on?" Nono was a little impatient. Caesar's attitude these days always made her feel uncomfortable. It wasn't that he didn't like her, or that he didn't love her anymore, nor that he was cheating or cheating on her. I am no longer in love, but I just avoid her.

Especially not long after I sent her a proposal text message.

Could he be suffering from premarital syndrome?

Nono thought.

"If one day, you suddenly discover that your destiny was quietly weaved before you were born, and that your whole life from childhood to adulthood has been guided in the direction that the people behind the scenes want you to go, you find that all of this Then, you suddenly realize that you may be a puppet molded by someone else, what would you do?" Caesar asked.

Caesar always has some weird and secondary problems. Nono is used to it. In her opinion, Caesar is dissatisfied with the family again and feels that the family is manipulating his life and future.

After lowering his head and thinking for a moment, Nono raised his face and said seriously: "If it were me, now that I have realized it, I would probably accept the things I like very much, and then kick the things I hate and the things I don't like that much. Kick it away, and then find two random trolls to blow the heads of the people behind the scenes."

"Yeah, that makes sense."

Caesar nodded, put his arms around Nuonuo's shoulders and pulled him into his arms.

"Then, if one day comes, will you join me in blowing their heads off?" Caesar asked.

"That depends on whether the gun you prepared for me is powerful enough."