I can't live forever, so I have to reincarnate infinitely

Chapter 701 The vision of Lord Taibai Zhimiao

Taibai Zhimiao Zhenjun said with satisfaction: "That's good. It is true that you need to be in the Buxu realm to cope with the next situation. You can use this identity to deal with it for the time being, and then be promoted to Buxu as soon as possible. I suspect that this time The demon clan formed a coalition, and it was an old friend of mine who was behind it. The purpose was probably to target me. If I waited until he started, I would be too passive. Who knows what helper he called? By then, I may not be able to fight back, and may even be at risk of falling. Unless you can muddy the waters early and let my old friend show up, I can make targeted preparations in advance. , there is a slight chance of winning.”

Du Youqian knew in his heart that she should be talking about Shu and Emperor.

But now he dare not mention this name.

Although Shu and Dijun have not yet become enlightened at this point in time, who knows whether he will suddenly project his consciousness into this era on a whim.

It's better not to take risks.

"Disciple will do his best. Elder Taishang, just rest assured. Unless this matter is not the handiwork of your old friend, otherwise even if I don't hesitate to kill more than a dozen fifth-level demon kings outside the city, I will use my Chongxu Spirit to respond to the conflict with Zhen Zhen. Your identity forced that person to reveal himself."

Taibai Zhimiao Zhenjun smiled and switched back to a friendly tone and said: "I am always at ease when you do things. If you go early and come back early, I secretly hide a pot of fine wine and a few plates of food and drink, waiting for you to come back. If you bring them back If it’s good news, let’s drink and celebrate together. If it’s bad news... let’s drink and comfort each other.”

Du Youqian smiled knowingly, "Keep the wine warm. I'll be right back."

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Du Youqian restrained his breath and did not fly because he was too conspicuous in the air.

After he left the city, he passed through the tents of the demon clan alliance like a ghost. Of course, no demon clan could detect his traces.

It wasn't until he was hundreds of miles away from Luodu City that he changed his appearance, quickly turned back, took out another set of magic weapons, and used his flying sword to rush into the camp of the demon alliance.

"The demon clown, come and die! The fifth-level demon emperor is not allowed to take off, the sixth-level demon emperor is here to fight!"

A scorpion flew up into the sky. Its shape was like a night owl, but its face was round and round like that of an animal. "That human monk dares to come and run wild in the camp of the allied forces of all races. I will discipline you whether you come back or not!"

Du Youqian didn't even look at it, he just shot out the flying sword.

"Quack!" The locust made an unpleasant cry and flapped its wings vigorously.

Seeing this sword, it felt deeply regretful.

Why are you forcing yourself to step forward?

Isn’t it good to be alive?
It can resist wind and thunder. It can be said that even the wind and thunder innate magical powers emitted by the sixth-level Demon King, or the wind and thunder magic or magical powers displayed by True Lord Buxu, cannot hurt it in the slightest.

But in other respects, it's not that outstanding.

Facing this sword that moved forward and back, left and right, suddenly returned to the previous moment, and suddenly jumped into several moments again, its trajectory was completely unable to be caught, it felt frightened, but it could not avoid it.

Even if it transformed into something smaller than a sparrow, that sword locked onto it firmly, and its killing intent was not leaked, it was only aimed at it.

This kind of sword technique that contains the mystery of time and space cannot be avoided. Normally, it would grit its teeth and resist the sword of a fifth-level god-forming monk.

But the sword that this strange monk casually slashed made his hair stand on end.

It seemed to have returned to the frightening moment when it was almost swallowed by a descendant of Xiangliu when it was young, on the verge of life and death.

Just at this moment, a slightly clumsy and towering figure rushed up and slammed into Du Youqian's flying sword. "You, a human monk, are already at the sixth level. Why do you bully us who are at the fifth level? If you have the ability, go ahead." Looking for the sixth level demon king!"

Lu Fei was so excited that he was about to cry. The figure turned out to be a fifth-level rhinoceros, one of the roughest and thickest races. No wonder he dared to block the murderous flying sword with his body.

But he saw that the flying sword was like a small toothpick in front of Xiqu. The strong contrast made it look so ridiculous.

Xiqu bowed up nonchalantly and used the thick flesh on its back to meet the flying sword. It thought that even a sword master among the sixth-level human race would be unlikely to hit it severely with one sword.

So it has even hatched a counterattack.

It's not that it thinks it's possible to defeat this obviously Buxu monk, it's just that if it runs away blindly, it will definitely be beaten passively and suffer more serious injuries.

On the contrary, if it takes the initiative to fight back and creates some trouble for the opponent, when other fifth-level demon kings arrive, they can join forces to fight. Maybe they can seriously injure or even kill this human Buxu who dares to break into the coalition camp alone, causing the human race to be cruel. The land suffered a big loss. After all, the number of monks in Buxu's realm is limited, and even if one dies, it will be a huge loss to the human camp.

It's a pity that the imagination is beautiful, but the reality... is very skinny!

I saw the flying sword as thin as a toothpick piercing... Xiqu's eyes!
At the moment when they were about to make contact, Feijian suddenly teleported, catching Xiqu off guard.

The rhino looked up to the sky and screamed like a baby crying: "Hey..."

After crying twice, he fell silently and his huge body fell to the ground. Lu Fei was so frightened that he almost went crazy. Why did Xiqu, who was so majestic and arrogant, with such strong defensive ability that he could compete with a sixth-level Buxu monk, that his aura suddenly dissipated after only taking one sword blow?

It shivered and didn't dare to think anymore. It spread its wings and turned into a body of more than ten feet. It would fly far away when its wings flapped.

But Feijian had already caught up with him, gesturing at the back of its head a few times as if he were joking.

Xiqu suddenly stiffened, his wings hung down feebly, and he fell upside down to the ground.

Du Youqian hooked his finger, and the flying sword flew back towards him.

"I said that the fifth-level demon emperor is not allowed to rise into the air. I have no interest in finding all of you and killing them. As long as you stay still, I won't bother to kill you. The sixth-level demon emperor, come out and fight! "

Against the background of the fifth-level Demon King who was falling at a very fast speed and turned into a corpse just by looking at him, these understated words were filled with the smell of blood.

For a time, the entire demon clan alliance and the camps stretching for dozens of miles were silent, as quiet as a winter night.

When Du Youqian first arrived, the aura of the dozens of fifth-level demon kings was like fireflies trying to emit light in the dark night. Although the light was weak, it was extremely conspicuous.

But now, only a few breaths have passed, and all the demon kings are trying to control their auras, for fear of being discovered by Du Youqian.

If that flying sword strikes at them, are they waiting to die, or are they waiting to die, or are they waiting to die?

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In Luodu City, Princess Mingjing, who was dressed in gauze, stood up lightly and moved to the bedside. The bright moonlight came in through the window. The thin gauze could not block the moonlight at all. Her beautiful body was looming, and her skin reflected The cold white moonlight is like the finest jade.

"Hey, is it you, senior brother? It turns out that you are already so powerful." She looked away, shook her head a little lonely, slowly returned to the bedside and sat down, and began to perform exercises to heal her injuries.

When Du Youqian's aura erupted, the banquet seemed like someone pressed a time pause button, and everyone's movements stopped at the same time.

After just a few breaths, the auras of the fifth-level demon kings at both ends disappeared, and people seemed to be able to move again at this time. You looked at me, I looked at you, both of them looked in disbelief.

With a faint smile on his lips, Taibai Zhimiao Zhenjun quietly moved a pot of fine wine and several exquisite dishes into his personal space.

She glanced at the place where the battle broke out with her wonderful eyes, and then drank a full drink with satisfaction - I, Taibai Zhimiao Zhenjun, am not high in cultivation, have average understanding, and my fighting ability is not good enough, but I have a unique vision.

Just look at the little guy I chose. He will definitely bring prosperity to Wanfa Sect for five thousand years!
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Du Youqian stepped on a flying sword, suspended in mid-air.

The strong wind blew by, but it failed to move his robe or his long hair.

After waiting for a long time, Du Youqian said impatiently: "Where is the sixth-level Demon King? Are they all dead? If you don't come out, I will have no choice but to go on a killing spree!"

"Human race, I wanted to let you live, but you don't know how to advance or retreat, so let's keep your life."

A sixth-level demon king with a steel mane standing upright, resembling an ox, and a pair of sharp curved horns slowly rose into the air.

Du Youqian smiled leisurely and said: "It turned out to be a Qiongqi... No wonder you have such a loud tone. Your clan has not been extinct yet? It's a pity, it's a pity. With your bloodline, given you a few thousand more years, maybe you can become Great Sage. It’s a pity that he will die here today.”

Isn’t it just talking rubbish? Isn’t it just bragging? Who can’t do that?

Of course, Du Youqian was not sure about killing the opponent.

After all, Qiongqi is a race known for its strong combat power and no obvious shortcomings.

It is not difficult for him to defeat; if he wants to kill the opponent on the spot, it depends on whether the opponent cooperates and whether the other sixth-order demon king is weak.

"Human race, tell me your name. True Lord Buxu cannot remain unknown."

Behind Du Youqian, a giant bird with nine heads slowly flapped its wings and flew into the air.

"Ghost Che Bird... I'm afraid you are the last Ghost Che Bird in the world. You and Qiongqi's race is about to become extinct, why do you still come to this muddy water? Isn't it good to live?"

"If you don't want to pass the registration number, then you can become a nameless ghost!" Gui Cheniao tilted his head back and then rushed towards Du Youqian.

Before the bird arrived, a sense of eeriness that could freeze one's soul had already arrived.

(End of this chapter)