Zhang Yuanqing was shocked when he heard this. "What happened?"

An Dieqi spoke very quickly, revealing anxiety: "The boss entered the dungeon yesterday, it was an S-level dungeon."

"S-level copy?" Zhang Yuanqing's expression changed slightly. The Domination-level S-level copy was the ceiling of the Spirit Realm copy. His uncle had warned him not to equate the difficulty of the Domination-level S-level copy with that of the Supernatural and Saint S-level copies.

Even if "Yuanshi Tianzun" has the current foundation to enter an S-level copy, he would be in danger of death.

Although Zhai Cai inherited the heritage of the Holy See, his foundation could not be deeper than his. For a single knight, the mortality rate in an S-level copy is 98%, which is equivalent to giving it away for free.

No wonder Qi is so anxious.

"The boss has always controlled his hidden points. Since he was promoted to the Overlord, he would voluntarily give up the mission and deduct the experience points when encountering a B-level non-death copy. In all these years, he has never entered an A-level copy. It's very strange. It's impossible for him to enter an S-level copy." An Qiqi said excitedly.

"Mr. Yuanshi, the boss said that the person behind you is a demigod of the Void profession. I want you to save him, please!"

Zhang Yuanqing said in a serious tone, "I understand. Don't worry. He entered the dungeon yesterday, so he should be fine now. I will contact the Three Departments Association right now. Wait for my news."

He comforted An Dieqi for a few words and asked Chu Danchuan Knight to enter the copy number before hanging up the phone.

Fu Qingyang, who was listening in on the conversation, frowned slightly. "That knight of the Holy See was assigned to an S-level copy?"

Zhang Yuanqing said "hmm" and said anxiously, "Boss, I'll go back. The knight has the key and treasure map of the Vatican's treasure on his horse. We can't let them get lost."

At the same time, after experiencing Xia Zuokang's death in the killing copy, he had respect for the profession of knight. The lawful camp was full of filth, and the knights were like a breath of fresh air.

After leaving Fujia Bay, Zhang Yuanqing stepped on the Five-Gua Golden Dragon and quickly returned to his grandmother's house.

There was a knock on my uncle's door. In the eyes of my aunt and my grandparents, my uncle was not at home all day and he should go out for a walk even though he was old.

In fact, my uncle was traveling in the spiritual world or doing business under the guise of singing and dancing rap.

At any other time, Zhang Yuanqing might not be able to find his uncle immediately unless he was in danger, but now it was almost dinner time, so his uncle must be at home.

He is not at home most of the time and doesn't come home for meals. My aunt is going to divorce him.

"Oh, oh, useless Yuanzi." Seeing his nephew coming to visit, the uncle started to talk nonsense again.

Zhang Yuanqing was in no mood to rap with him, so he pulled his uncle out of the door and said loudly before his aunt could speak, "Aunt, I'm going to the hallway with my uncle to talk about something."

"If you have anything to say, go to the corridor and tell me. The meal will be ready soon." My aunt, who was determined to go into the kitchen even though the food she cooked was not tasty, shouted.

"Saying bad things about grandma." said Zhang Yuanqing.

"Go ahead!" my aunt responded happily.

After entering the corridor, Zhang Yuanqing quickly told his uncle the news that a single knight had entered the S-level copy. The copy he entered was the Dusk of the Spirit Realm Knight No. 16.

My uncle has been in the spiritual realm for many years and has entered many copies. As long as he knows the number and name of the copy, he can quickly locate the location.

"Alas, useless Yuanzi has given me another problem." Uncle put one hand in his pocket and spread out the other hand in a helpless manner. "Okay, leave this matter to me. I will bring back the single-pass rider, but in a way you can't imagine."

"What method?" Zhang Yuanqing asked.

At this time, my aunt called out from inside the house, "Dinner is ready, Yuanzi, you should stay here and eat too."

"Here I come, honey!" My uncle ran home happily without finishing his words.

Zhang Yuanqing cursed and complained loudly, "No, aunt, I plan to eat grandma's food. Grandma's cooking is terrible."

After saying that, he left quickly. Even his own son didn't want to eat the food cooked by his aunt. He was just a nephew and there was no need for him to make such sacrifices.

My uncle went into the house and closed the door. He sat down at the dining table like a master, lit a cigarette and thought for a moment, muttering: "The operation of the spiritual realm is getting more and more serious."

"What's getting worse?" My aunt came out with the dishes.

"My mother's menopause is getting more and more serious!" my uncle said casually.

"Your mother went through menopause twenty years ago," my aunt spat.

The next morning, Miao Teng'er sat in the warm sunroom of Victoria's villa and watched the flower beds outside the glass wall covered with white frost.

The flowers are colorful and seem to be endowed with the proud character of plum blossoms, blooming freely in the frost.

It had snowed several times when I returned to Beijing at the end of December. Ordinary flowers certainly cannot survive the winter. Were these flowers and plants in the garden cultivated by Lingjun?

Although the flowers are beautiful, they pale in comparison to the young woman.

Miao Teng'er's temperament and facial features are outstanding, her lips are as red as a dot, her eyes are as black as lacquer, her oval face is fair and pretty, and her nose is straight and delicate, which is unforgettable.

This kind of beauty cannot wear makeup, as she will look like a scoundrel if she does.

"Why do you think Yuanshi Tianzun asked my mom to meet him?" Miao Teng'er held the hot coffee in both hands and looked curiously at her cousin who was sitting across from the "tree stump table".

In her opinion, Yuanshi Tianzun and her mother had no connection at all. Since the death of the Demon Lord, her mother was regarded as a disgrace to the family by her grandfather and suffered a great blow.

From then on he lived in seclusion and stopped socializing.

What could Yuanshi Tianzun have that required him to see her? And he chose to meet her at Victoria Chang Lao's villa!

Lingjun did not answer. He stared at the table for a long time, or looked blankly at the flower garden, looking like he was worried about something.

In the basement, Zhang Yuanqing sat upright in a high-back chair and looked at the mature woman who was also sitting in the high-back chair.

This woman should be in her forties, but judging from her appearance, she looks more like a mature woman between 25 and 30 years old.

Her face is covered with collagen and her skin is more delicate than that of a young girl. Her facial features are 40% similar to Miao Teng'er, but she is much more beautiful.

She has the appearance of a young woman, the charm of a mature woman, and the unique hotness of a wood demon.

She has a well-proportioned and fit figure, and a hint of sadness between her brows. She is like a lilac. A woman with various temperaments mixed together in her body, but instead of being contradictory, they create a unique charm.

Damn, all of the Demon Lord's women are beautiful. When Zhang Yuanqing was looking at the women, the women were also observing this famous young man.

"I am different from the ungrateful old Miao Chang. I came here to see you today because you saved Teng'er and Lingjun." Miao Fengyun spoke first.

"If you have something to say, just say it." There was a sense of coldness and strength in his voice.

The first thing Zhang Yuanqing said was, "I've heard the audio of you and the Demon Lord."

Miao Fengyun thought these words were extremely unfriendly, and her favorability towards Yuanshi Tianzun dropped rapidly. She sat there and said lazily with a sneer: "Auntie, do you have a nice voice? Do you want me to call you a few times to satisfy your taste?"

"Don't play tricks on me, Lingjun will break up with me!" Zhang Yuanqing remained calm.

"Auntie is not as open and honest as Teng'er and Yin Ji. I met you today not to embarrass you, but because I learned something from the audio conversation between you and the Demon Lord." As he spoke, he calmed Miao Fengyun's hostility and anger.

Looking at Yuanshi Tianzun's handsome face and listening to his sincere tone, Miao Fengyun's displeasure quickly dissipated and she forgave him, asking, "What do you mean?"

Zhang Yuanqing got straight to the point, "I want the spiritual plant cultivation method that Lingjun's mother left for you!"

Miao Fengyun was puzzled: "What's the use of that? It needs the spiritual power of a wood demon to be effective. It's useless even if you don't have a wood demon profession."

"Auntie, don't be so curious, it will easily bring disaster!" Zhang Yuanqing was about to manipulate her emotions and ask her to hand over the cultivation method, but suddenly he had an idea. Now that he had the Taiyin Blessing Method and needed the wood demon to control it, why not take the seeds and cultivate them here?

He could go to Zhao Changlao's residence at night to get the seeds, and then return here. This would save a lot of steps and be more secretive.

Thinking of this, Zhang Yuanqing secretly manipulated Miao Fengyun's emotions, increasing her curiosity, trust and urgency, and then said, "I can't tell you the reason for now. But you wait here for a while, I'm going to go out for a while, this matter is extremely important!"

After saying that, he left the basement and met Victoria in the living room. He asked her to arrange a ceremony to cast secret protection for him. After the ceremony was completed, Zhang Yuanqing turned into a dreamy starlight and left the villa, flying in the sky to Zhao Changlao's residence.

The wind was blowing hard and tall buildings were just below our feet. The traffic became more congested as we got closer to the city.

Although the capital city is large, it does not take long for the master to cross the entire city. Soon, the old alley appeared before his eyes.

Suddenly, Zhang Yuanqing saw that the old alley had faded in color, just like a black and white photo. The fading quickly spread to cover all the high-rise buildings, vehicles, streets, and green belts.

In the blink of an eye, Zhang Yuanqing looked down from a high place and the entire city turned into a black and white photo. The clear sky was also covered with a layer of dark curtain, and only the sun stubbornly emitted a faint light.

He was startled and soon realized that the problem was not with the city beneath his feet, but with him.

He was secretly isolated from the real world. At this moment, a cold breath hit him in the face, as if the Nine Netherworld had been opened. A surge of yin energy rose up from the old alley, and that yin energy soared straight up and turned into a face that covered the sky and the sun in the sky.

The face like black smoke looked down at Zhang Yuanqing indifferently.

At that instant, Zhang Yuanqing felt that the three forces of the moon, the sun and the sun in his body condensed and lost their vitality at the same time.

The danger signal is transmitted to the brain through the nerves, adrenaline is secreted crazily, while the muscles are working hard and the limbs of the body are like paralyzed no matter how the brain mobilizes them.

Lingtuo? Zhang Yuanqing pronounced the name with his teeth.

"Yuanshi Tianzun!" A light laugh echoed between heaven and earth: "You are just like the Demon Lord, a real clown."