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

Chapter 769 You Have Too Many Heads

At this time, the Great Sage Xiangliu had obviously used his magical power of transforming himself. His body was ten thousand feet long, with eighteen eyes on nine heads. Each eye was as large as ten to twenty thousand acres, which is roughly equivalent to the size of four to five hundred football fields put together, or almost equal to the area of ​​three Vatican cities.

Du Youqian stood in front of it, and the size comparison made him just like a mosquito on an aircraft carrier.

But the Great Sage Xiangliu was extremely wary of this tiny "mosquito". All nine of his heads shook as if he was facing a formidable enemy.

The real immortal aura made it extremely fearful!
It originally thought that the immortals had already left this world, which was why they dared to stick their heads out of the small world and stir up trouble.

But why is there an immortal here!
Du Youqian shouted calmly, "Come the sword."

Take a breath.

Two breaths.

Dozens of breaths.

For a long time no sword flew into his outstretched hand.

"..."

Du Youqian felt a little embarrassed.

"Blood slaughter? Blood slaughter!"

"I'm here. Why does the Immortal want to summon me?" The thought of the Blood Slaughter Sword came.

"I'm calling you to come and fight."

Blood Slaughter Sword said, "Oh!" "So you're calling me? I thought the Immortal was summoning the Human Emperor Sword."

"…Although the Human Emperor Sword is also very good, I am not the kind of person who will forget my old love when I find a new one."

"The Immortal is right."

With a "whoosh" sound, the long sword made entirely of flowing blood fell into Du Youqian's hands.

Du Youqian smiled faintly, "Xue Tu, I will help you kill this evil beast, but you will also get a share of the great merit."

"…The Immortal is right."

"So, let's split it 30-70. Just give me 70% of the merits you get."

“…The Immortal is so generous.”

Hearing Du Youqian joking with Xue Tu Jian as if no one was around, Xiang Liu made a threatening hissing sound but did not dare to attack.

Du Youqian raised his sword and said to Xiangliu, "You evil creature, do you want to live or die?"

Xiangliu hissed and suddenly spewed out a concentrated poisonous mist.

This is no ordinary poison. Even an Hedao master cannot withstand it and will die in a short period of time.

Although Du Youqian had an immortal body, he was unwilling to go forward to test the power of the poison.

He had already used his magical powers to confuse the time and space around him. Although the poison was strong, it could never reach him.

"You won't talk nicely? Then I'll cut you with my sword first."

When the Blood Slaughter Sword slashed down, Du Youqian did not use the sword intent of "Bi" to kill the primordial spirit, nor did he use the sword intent of "Zhu".

He just used the ordinary "slaughter" sword intent, and the Blood Slaughter Sword flashed twice, and a blood-red cross quickly spread out.

Xiangliu's huge body is not just for show, its scales are solid, and its flesh and blood are as hard as gold. But when the bloody cross passed, its four heads rolled down like ears of wheat cut by a sickle, floating in the boundless universe.

"Roar!" Xiangliu rolled over due to the bone-piercing pain. The small world could not withstand its madness. The sky was turned upside down, the mountains were shaking and the seas were boiling. In a moment, countless creatures in the small world were killed or injured.

"Do you want to die or live?" Du Youqian asked again.

Several heads far away from Xiangliu trembled, and because the eyes were too large, Du Youqian could hardly tell what kind of emotion was in them. But the thoughts coming from Xiangliu were undoubtedly hateful and tyrannical.

"You still have too many heads. They don't work well when they are too many. I am kind-hearted and will help you." Du Youqian said to himself as he slashed down with two more swords.

Four more heads were chopped off.

Xiangliu's only remaining head finally lowered in grievance, not daring to explode again.

"It's good that you want to live. I will set up a large formation outside the human world, and there will be miasma in the formation. You will be responsible for replenishing the miasma in the formation. If you do a good job, one day I will set you free and grant you the method to become an immortal."

This is of course just empty talk.

Moreover, the cake looks very dry, does not look good, and is difficult to swallow.

But if he didn't eat it, he would die, so Xiangliu ate the cake obediently.

"Let's collect the poisonous fog first."

Xiangliu opened his mouth and sucked in all the poisonous fog that fell into the human world.

After doing all this, it curled up and didn't move, as if it was full.
But looking at its aggrieved look, it is probably not just full, but suffering from indigestion...

Speaking of which, Xiangliu's strength is not weak, and his abilities are simple and unpretentious.

If you can't resist its poison and can't break its thick skin, there's nothing you can do to it, so basically no one in the world can be its opponent. It deserves the title of "invincible in the same level".

But if you are not afraid of its venom and your attacks can destroy its thick hide, it will be at its wit's end and you can easily capture it.

In short, this is a great saint of the demon clan with both prominent advantages and disadvantages, and he is the perfect person to guard the human world.

Du Youqian looked back at the Bixi that was carrying the human world.

Once upon a time, he looked at Bixi with only awe and wonder, but he was completely unable to understand what level Bixi was.

But now, although Bixi still has some secrets that have not been revealed in his eyes, it is no longer completely mysterious.

There is no doubt that this eighth-rank Bixi is one of the ten thousand races.

If all non-human races are generally referred to as demon races, then it belongs to the demon race; but strictly speaking, it is not actually a demon race.

This clan is a natural descendant of gods and demons, and their status is much nobler than that of the monster clan.

In the eyes of the immortals, the demons are an inferior race, and only the best among them are qualified to guard the immortals' homes; while the gods and demons can become the guests of honor of the immortals.

Not all the three thousand worlds are carried by Bixi. During his conversations with the immortals, Du Youqian learned that there are many kinds of gods and demons carrying the worlds. For example, some worlds are carried by mutated phoenixes, and some worlds are carried by Chiwen or Pulao.

Du Youqian sent his thoughts to the huge figure carrying the world: "Daoyou, the Supreme Heaven has severed its connection with this world. Where should I go, Daoyou?"

The Bixi, which was swimming slowly with the world on its back, did not respond.

Du Youqian was a little depressed. When he was in Buxu Realm, he couldn't attract the attention of this Bixi. Could it be that even though he has become a true immortal now, he still can't communicate with Bixi.

Isn't this all a waste of practice?

Just as Du Youqian was about to leave and teleport to the battlefield where the Human Emperor was fighting the Demon Tribe Great Sage, a slow, clumsy, but loud voice rang out in his mind: "Dao, friend, rest assured, I will stay here."

Can communicate!
Du Youqian said in surprise, "Fellow Daoist, you have lived a long life and have seen a lot. Do you know why the Heaven Palace fell?"

And Bixi really gave the answer, "When the human race lost their destiny, the heavenly court naturally fell."

"Why did the human race lose its destiny?"

"I don't know. My friend, you should have flown up earlier. From now on, it will be difficult to fly up."

(End of this chapter)