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

Chapter 702 Believe him
A race like the Ghost Che Bird that has disappeared long ago and is even considered extinct. Most monks would be at a loss if they encountered it.

I don't know what this thing is good at, nor what its weaknesses are.

But people like Du Youqian who like reading and have complex experiences know this very well.

What Gui Che Niao is best at is attacking people's souls with weird and unpredictable methods.

Moreover, its nine heads can cooperate with each other, making it very difficult to deal with.

As for Qiongqi, it goes without saying about the combat effectiveness of this race.

He has a lot of physical magical powers and is good at close combat. He also has some innate magical powers against the soul, and he is also good at hallucinations and spiritual attacks. It is not an exaggeration to call him a "hexagonal warrior".

Moreover, Qiongqi will reach the sixth level as soon as he reaches adulthood. If he can purify his blood a little, becoming a great sage will be easy and requires no effort at all.

If it weren't for the difficulty of reproduction, this race might be able to unify the demon race.

Of course, then again, there are actually several races that are powerful in combat but have difficulty in reproducing. Their combat effectiveness is as good as, or even better than, Qiongqi.

Qiongqi's main reason is that he has a crazy energy when fighting.

The fighting power of this clan is much stronger than that of the ordinary demon clan, but compared with the "top students", it is not that outstanding.

Du Youqian couldn't help but sigh. This time he looked back in time and was reincarnated seven thousand years ago. He actually saw several races that have become extinct in later generations. It was a worthwhile trip.

Being able to concentrate so easily shows that Du Youqian is quite confident about this battle.

The two sixth-level demon kings, who were known for their powerful fighting capabilities and ferociousness, could not scare him at all.

Instead, he was eager to give it a try: It has been so long since he was reincarnated, and he has been frustrated for so long, and he can finally use all his means to fight happily!

"Luohua, don't help me yet, I have to deal with this battle by myself!"

Luo Hua's voice drifted over: "I had no intention of helping you... It was me who recovered my strength more than six thousand years later. Now, I am still trapped in the old master's cave! If you want to borrow money from the future, I can’t help you, it’s too expensive.”

Although Luo Hua from the Sui Xiao era has not fully recovered, it already has the essence of a psychic magic weapon. After obtaining the Breath of Time and refining it, it already has the strength to defeat a sixth-level magic weapon.

If Luo Hua attacks with all his strength and can help Du Youqian see the future after a few breaths, it can be said that he will be in an invincible position when facing an opponent whose strength does not crush him.

Not to mention the combination of a poor man and a ghost car bird.

Even if there are a few more sixth-level demon kings, Du Youqian will still...

Can also escape smoothly.

Fight and win? It's better not to joke,

At this time, he has not yet advanced to Buxu. He is still half a step behind. This half-step difference is an insurmountable chasm.

Now, he can only fight two sixth-level demon kings alone at most, but he can't stand if there is one more.

However, judging from the situation, the demon clan coalition only has two level six monsters.

After the two sixth-level demon kings no longer covered themselves up and openly erupted their aura, Lord Taibai Zhimiaozhen's hand holding the wine glass shook slightly.

The other hand couldn't help but hold down a sword hanging at his waist. It was a sword inlaid with various gorgeous gems, as beautiful as a dream in the light.

As we all know, women like flashy things, and even Buxu Zhenjun is bound to be vulgar.

Therefore, everyone believed that the sword hanging on her waist was just for decoration. The real trump card was her carefully refined flying sword "Piao Xue".

Taibai Zhimiao Zhenjun's slender fingers rubbed back and forth on the scabbard for a moment, then took it back and sat upright.

Have faith in Him.

Taibai Zhimiaozhenjun said to himself.

He is a person who knows how to be measured and can keep his composure. Since he is coming forward, he must be somewhat sure. It is definitely not because he is young and frivolous and does not know the importance of things.

However, she couldn't help but extend her consciousness and pay attention to all the small changes on the battlefield.

Not only her, but every one of the god-transformation monks present looked absent-minded, drinking and watching the battle.

Although they didn't know the name of the human monk who suddenly broke into the demon clan's camp, there was no doubt that he was a friend rather than an enemy at this time.

Even if you don't cheer for him, you should at least watch the battle silently and applaud him in your heart.

Even the Nascent Soul monks, although their spiritual consciousness is a bit weak and cannot extend that far, still rely on external means: either a secret technique or a magic weapon to observe the trends on the battlefield.

A Nascent Soul from the royal family of the Zhou Dynasty placed a magical bronze mirror on his lap and looked at it with great interest.

Several Nascent Soul monks from the Wanfa Sect simply put the tables in front of them together, filled a copper basin with magic weapon, and then used the Water Mirror Technique. They shook their heads and looked at the "water screen" together. to learn about the battle.

Although the banquet was going on, it was obvious that no one was paying attention to it. Even the musicians playing in the corner were distracted and made mistakes one after another.

Watching this battle with the power of magic weapon is like scratching the surface, and like seeing flowers in the fog, unable to see clearly at all.

Only a human figure could be seen, and the cow-shaped Qiongqi, a nine-headed ghost car bird, kept moving, each making moves, but could not see the subtleties of those magical passages.

Finally, a Nascent Soul monk from the Wanfa Sect couldn't help but ask: "Supreme Elder, there are countless Buxu monks in the world. You should know the identity of that senior, right?"

Taibai Zhimiao Zhenjun smiled slightly and said kindly, "You are wrong. The world is so big, there are countless strange people and strangers, but they usually don't want to be in the limelight, so their reputation is not obvious. But in terms of strength, they are by no means inferior to those of famous sects. This person may seem strange to you, but I happen to know him. He is a secluded sect, an elder of the Eight Views, who worships Xu Ling Yingchong and Zhenjun.”

"Even the Chuan Gong elder is a Buxu, so the Taishang Elder must also be a Buxu. One sect and two Buxu are the specifications of a first-class sect! But eight landscapes? I have never heard of this. Name. What about you?"

"Eight landscapes? I haven't heard of it either. Then who, have you heard of it?"

"I do not have either."

"Hey, I heard someone mention it before, saying that this sect never recruits disciples, and the assessment of disciples is very strict. Geniuses who are not once in a century are not qualified to join. I originally thought it was a rumor passed down. I didn’t expect that there really is such a sect!”

Taibai Zhimiao Zhenjun smiled gracefully, "When you travel around the world in the future, if you meet the descendants of this sect, you should be courteous and courteous. You must not lose the reputation of Wanfa Sect."

"Yes! Disciple, I obey."

"Tai Shang Elder, please analyze this battle for us!" A bold disciple suggested.

(End of this chapter)