Perhaps because he was being followed by the Demon King and his colleagues, Artemis, the goddess of the moon, dared not say too clearly, but instead gave some ambiguous and vague answers.

Even so, Zhuang Mingge's heart was still trembling.

no.1 Wake up.

Zhuang Mingge has learned from the memories of other seeds that the 108 seeds, ranked within 36, are very important roles, and each of them shoulders a different mission.

Each one is much stronger than the seeds from Thirty-Six.

It is no exaggeration to say that it is a difference.

Among these thirty-six seeds, the first seed is the most important, both in strength and the key.

What Zhuang Mingge wants the most is no.1.

Unfortunately, his whereabouts have become a mystery until now, and he has no idea who he is. Zhuang Mingge has spent a lot of money and has not found the No. 1 seed.

Zhuang Mingge even doubted that no one in this world except his disciples and himself knew the whereabouts of the Key No. 1.

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

The answer given by the goddess of the moon is too vague, and Zhuang Mingge doesn't understand it.

He understands what the first word means, but what does the second word Hong Kong mean?

This shows that 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 take a trip to Hong Kong.

As for the last word, the end of humanity.

Does it mean that after no.1 awakening, human beings start their doomsday? This is definitely the rhythm of the destruction.

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

Three years after the Judgment Day, Hong Kong has always been the center of Asia.

Even with the reconstruction of the world, Hong Kong is still shockingly prosperous. No one can ignore the importance of Hong Kong. Now it can be said that the center of the Asian region is Hong Kong.

Just as the center of Europe is London.

It is self-evident that status is important.

Hong Kong is the territory of Oriental monks. Even as the president of the Alliance Conference, Zhuang Mingge could not do anything to do in such places. Therefore, after coming to Hong Kong, Zhuang Mingge's first thing was to call Chu Qingsi.

After explaining his purpose, Chu Qingsi said that she would definitely cooperate.

A few minutes later, a luxury car picked Zhuang Mingge away from the bustling streets, galloped all the way to the most central base camp of the Oriental monks so far.

Heavenly Palace!

Zhuang Mingge could hardly imagine that in the prosperous modern city of Hong Kong, there would be such an ancient building.

The garden in front of me is not wide, with stones and shrubs arranged in a staggered manner, as if designed by imitating the heavens. The atmosphere in the garden is a bit restless. A young man stands in it, as if he is about to merge with the scenery in the garden.

Zhuang Mingge looked at the young man carefully, and he could clearly feel that the young man's body contained a volcano-like power.

The young man is thin and looks quite leisurely. He occasionally comes to this small world for pleasure, and at first glance, he is like a part of the scenery.

No one can imagine how violent the power in his body would be if it exploded.

"This is Lord Lu Xian, the second only to the Empress among us monks."

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

His eyes were as lightning as his pupils shone brightly. He looked very powerful.

"Speaker Yi Barrett, I am polite."

"Hello!"

The lead man explained to Zhuang Mingge that although Lord Lu Xian was young, he was actually hundreds of years old. This Heavenly Palace was once Lu Xian’s private residence, but it was later given out as the base camp of the monks.

The mansion is full of symbols of auspiciousness, Buddha, gods, immortals, divine beasts, true form diagrams of the Five Mountains, and even mascots such as birds and branches, all of which are used as hanging scrolls and ornaments. They are decorations and are also talismans that bless the owner of the mansion.

Zhuang Mingge said oh, and he could feel that he was not inferior to the king of the magic world.

"Sir Lu Xian, you are wandering in the yard again, and there are still important things that you need to deal with in person." At this moment, an old man walked in from outside. The old man's thin figure was wearing a loose blue Taoist robe. His outfit was matched with this mansion and the decorations, which could be said to be a perfect match.

However, the old man pointed at Lu Xian with a helpless look on his face.

"Mr. Lu Xian, please come back with me soon to handle official duties. Our monk world still needs your help. You are the senior of the Empress. You must be a role model."

Lu Xian rubbed his temples with a headache, saying that he had handled too much official duties and wanted to take a break. The old man refused and insisted that Lu Xian go to handle official duties now.

Zhuang Mingge was a little surprised. Why did a servant speak in the same tone as scolding the other party?

This is Zhuang Mingge's leader who whispered to Zhuang Mingge that the old man was named Wang Tao, and he was not a human, or he was once a county magistrate. He was astonishingly old as a whole, and had a history of thousands of years.

The old man read a lot of books during his lifetime, but after his death, he turned into a fairy in the book due to special reasons.

Later, he was taken in by Lu Xian's ancestors and gradually became the steward of Lu's mansion.

Lu Xian was raised by this immortal in the book. He treated him like his father. Naturally, he did not dare to ignore his father's instructions. But he often forgot it after hearing it, which made the immortal in the book helpless.

"Uncle Wang, if there are outsiders here, don't let others laugh at me." Lu Xian said helplessly to the old man.

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

"Barish!"

Zhuang Mingge knew that Eastern monks generally did not look down on Western magicians, and believed that Western magicians were very barbaric. Although they could become powerful in practicing magic, they could not live forever.

Peng Zu once lived for eight hundred years, but none of the Western kings lived for three hundred and fifty years.

On average, a king in the Western magic world can live for two hundred years to three hundred years, but among the Eastern monks, the worst can live for three hundred years, and the oldest once lived for seven hundred years, almost as close to Peng Zu.

Therefore, Eastern monks were very disdainful of Western magicians.

Although the strength may be almost the same, the life span is much worse.
Chapter completed!