MTL - So I Am A Demon Descendent!-Chapter 760 The time has come (5 * 1000 +)

Chapter 739 The Time Has Arrived (5000)

Dan Chenzi supported Li Peiyun, who was seriously injured, and stepped back while injecting blood. Get close to Baoze's top S-Class.

"What to do?" Bai Shen Liu Mei frowned tightly, her face paled slightly.

Witnessing the top S-class consecration of Wan Yaomeng, Lei Di and other people's faces are intertwined with tragedy, anger, and fear, which is extremely complicated.

Before Li Xianyu and other half-step Jidao did not appear, they were the strongest fighting force under Jidao, and few people made them so embarrassed.

But now, that point of combat power is not enough, the ancient demon is recovering, and the senior poles are participating in the battle. This is the real battlefield of the descent.

"The big deal is death." The ape **** gnashes his teeth, and two Bai Sensen's fangs stick out of his mouth, like a white-haired zombie.

"It was psychologically prepared before coming here, but it was really time to do so ....." After five or five glances scanned the corpses of the Wanxiu League protectors, they said softly: "They are really conscious."

The God of Food said lightly, "It's a pity that I can't eat the flesh of foreign devils."

The black **** held his wife's hand. "I knew you shouldn't let you in. Our husband and wife can live at least one."

Bai Shen shook his head, took a deep breath, and restrained the fear: "I'm not pregnant yet, I want to have a child, and I'm sure not to come in with you to die. But if not, I have to die together."

The top S-classes are talking and cheering for each other.

But Baker Richardson didn't seem interested in being unwilling to treat them, and slowly walked towards Li Xianyu. He took a step, and Leidi and others took a step back. Including Li Peiyun and Dan Chenzi, everyone was tense and nervous.

"Li Xianyu, let's talk, before the old monsters decide the victory." Baker Richardson exclaimed.

Li Xianyu did not respond to him, focusing on dispersing the flesh and blood and feeding the sword fetus. Qin Ze's condition has improved, not only curbing the erosion of flesh and blood, the sword tyre is recovering its power a little bit, it is already a mature sword tyre.

There are two main reasons why the big boss will be so embarrassed. First, he is exhausted, his gas machine is almost exhausted, and the sword tire is like a dry river bed.

Even the sword of Qi cannot condense, and how to resist the flesh and blood invading the body.

Li Xianyu used his Qi sword to feed the sword fetus, and was helping him make up for Qi.

Replaced by ordinary people, helpless, but the sword of Qi is the same root.

Second, the flesh and blood material invaded by the young master is not ordinary flesh and blood material, but a part of its avatar, which contains a small amount of dominating authority.

It is equivalent to a small amount of relics. The ancient demon relics are very poisonous to bloodlines and ordinary people if there is no special means to suppress and digest them.

In a state of weakness, Qin Ze, who did not have so many plug-ins as Li Xianyu, could not rely on his own resistance.

"I can kill everyone on the scene, in front of me, behind you, and you are being treated." Baker Richardson mixed with a threatening tone: "If you don't want them to die, let's make a deal. "

"I don't want you to give me the fruit either, I just want to know about the fruit, the more the better."

"Just as a delay, if you say yes, I'll let you delay. Otherwise, my grasshopper sword hasn't drunk enough blood."

"Of course, you can also go back in time, so that everyone is alive, but do you dare?"

Baker Richardson is well versed in negotiating skills, and will not ask Li Xianyu to hand over the fruit immediately, which is forcing his dog to jump over the wall.

In desperation, people will desperately seize the life-saving straw, even if the straw is not enough to save him, or it is just a false illusion.

Therefore, Baker Richardson used the intelligence of the fruit to serve as the life-saving straw that seduced Li Xianyu.

He knew too little about fruit. There was a big loaf right in front of him, but he couldn't feel it.

Under such circumstances, knowing the information is the most correct choice. Only if he has enough information, he can consider what to do next, and perhaps he can understand the way to capture the fruits from it.

As for whether the information given by Li Xianyu is true or false, it is up to him to identify and distinguish it.

Li Xianyu released Qin Ze's hand and retrieved the Qi sword. The thick and white Qi soldiers became thin and thin at the moment.

The sword tires finally recovered, and the sacrifice of the protectors was not wasted. After that, Qin Ze himself was able to compete with the flesh and blood, and he didn't need to be on his side.

"You said that, my people don't need to die." Li Xianyu said lightly.

"I did want to kill Qin Ze just now and catch you. I don't want him to be robbed by the army, nor do you want to save him successfully." Baker Richardson sneered.

"What do you want to know?" Li Xianyu withdrew Qi Sword and looked at Baker Richardson.

Richardson's goal has always been himself, and he talked about it, maybe that really meant it, but as long as his side was lax, he would definitely do it immediately.

"When is the fruit ripe?" Baker Richardson took a few steps without moving.

"do not know."

"You foresee the future, know that we will come in at this entrance?"

"To be precise, I look back." Li Xianyu replied.

Back in time ... Baker Richardson was not surprised, but verified the previous guess.

The fruit really matured further, and this time, Li Xianyu went back in time without paying a price.

"That being the case," Baker Richardson bleeds blood, sweeping the corpses of the eye protectors without his eye sockets: "Why not save them back in time?"

Li Xianyu did not answer him.

"How to take out the fruit." Baker Richardson advanced a distance.

Li Xianyu still didn't answer him.

call!

The air twirled, and Baker Richardson slammed the air blower and rushed to Li Peiyun and others.

At this time, Li Xianyu closed his eyes.

Baker Richardson is like a hungry tiger, he killed Li Peiyun and Dan Chenzi with fierce means, and cut Bao Ze's top S-class one by one under the sword.

In front of Li Xianyu, the corpse lay on the ground horizontally.

Li Xianyu, who is in the air, looks down at this scene, looks down at his body, and looks down at Baker Richardson, who stands in front of him, without hindrance.

Seeing that he was holding up a draft sword to pierce Qin Ze's chest.

"This is what happens in the real world when I choose Yinshen. If I choose to face Baker Richardson, the situation will be different."

"Yin Shen's retrospective time feels a bit like predicting the future. I don't have that sense of participation, it's more like a bystander. This is a completely different feeling than when you were in the island country.

"Does this mean that the retrospective time in the state of Yin God is a kind of foresight? Can it be avoided and changed? And the retrospective time of the island country cannot be changed?"

"How can't change, that Cuihua they are in danger."

Li Xianyu has long noticed the difference between the two retrospectives. Therefore, he intends to use a more gentle way to change his destiny with the help of Yin.

This method was just now, after Qin Ze healed, he suddenly realized.

Because he had clearly noticed that the fruit had matured further.

Yin Xian Li Xianyu stood up in the air and took a step back. Instantly, the world seemed to become a movie. Time quickly traced back to before Li Peiyun and others were killed.

Take a step back, time goes back to Niu Hufa and others before they are killed.

Step back, step back.

The employees of Baoze left the Pantheon in a backward manner, and the vehicle-mounted weapons left the Pantheon in a backward manner.

The Pantheon fell into nothingness.

Li Xianyu looked back step by step. There was no sunrise or sunset in the Pantheon. He didn't know how long he had looked back.

"If I look back for twenty years at a stretch, I don't know if I can see the scene where the three brothers entered the Pantheon in the first month?"

"Perhaps we unraveled what happened to the biological father after entering the Pantheon, and what kind of deal with the ice dregs ..."

The idea was tempting, but he did not choose to unravel the secret of twenty years ago.

For one thing, it is unclear whether the fruit can support him to go back this long. Second, this retrospective has another purpose.

Li Xianyu left the Pantheon and headed northeast.

At this time, at noon, the sun hung in the sky, overlooking the road, the Niushan Scenic Area was crowded with weeds, the grass was dark green, and the leaves were hanging on the branches and rolling.

Tourists wear short sleeves and sunshades.

"How long have I been back?" Li Xianyu froze.

Although the temperature was not felt, it was clearly midsummer.

I am going back in time, not going to the future ... When we entered the Pantheon, it was April.

Li Xianyu continued to fly to the northeast, and Yin Shen was extremely fast, not even affected by air resistance.

Before long, Maoshan was in sight.

He came to the Shangqing school in Jiangsu province.

Distantly, Li Xianyu saw a young free and easy Taoist priest, holding a jug in his hand, sitting on the steps, talking eloquently with the old Taos around him.

The young Taoist is Dan Chenzi.

"How many places did the Dao Conference get?"

"Should be able to enter the top two." Dan Chenzi answered him.

"should?"

"Well, I haven't played against Ji Xie, so I don't dare to assert that he will be able to win him. Uncle Shi, the Dao Conference was suspended. There is no championship this year."

"Oh?"

"Speaking must be a shock to you. This year's Dao Conference has undergone a huge change." Dan Chenzi was mysterious. In front of the old man, he was much more childish, as if he couldn't wait to find something good, and hid it. child.

"Great change?"

"Dao Zun has fallen, and the demon spirit of Dao Tao appeared at the Dao Conference."

The old man swept his hand slightly: "He's back ..."

It turned out that I went back to last summer, and the Dao Conference just ended ... Li Xianyu had a judgment. There is no time in the Pantheon. He kept backtracking, not knowing how much time he had backtracked.

I know now.

Li Xianyu was standing behind the old man, in front of Dan Chenzi, but they didn't see the time traveler and talked by themselves.

"Shouldn't be, Slim said that the second personality of Daochen Daochang is about to become a yang **** ... yang **** is just a theoretical state, he may not be, but in terms of mental strength, this second personality is definitely alive First, isn't he even aware of me? "Li Xianyu frowned, feeling anxious.

If the second personality cannot see itself, all attempts will be meaningless.

At this moment, the surrounding space suddenly solidified, the breeze blew, rolled up the fallen leaves, and it was turning and suddenly solidified. There were birds passing in the air, freezing in the air and motionless. The treetops still retained the shape of being bent by the wind, and they remained still.

Dan Chenzi's smile was frozen on her face, and her eyelashes could be counted in the sun, like a wax statue.

The old man turned and stared.

He really could see me ... Li Xianyu was relieved, and said deeply: "Senior!"

"You detached?" Said the old man.

Transcendence ... The second character of the demon Tao knows that transcendence?

It was learned from Slime .... When the fruit was born, the masters saw the power of a new field and knew that fruit is something that can bring about change in life quality.

Perhaps at that time, the masters had the concept of detachment, but this second personality was directly pointed out and fixed with a bite, which was a bit interesting.

The highest realm of Taoism ...... sun **** ...... heaven and man unite?

Is it possible for Xiuwei to look to a higher level after reaching a certain level?

I'm at best a half-step detachment.

"Half-step detachment." Li Xianyu whispered, "In the near future, a young man will go up the mountain and ask his predecessors to take action. I hope you will not refuse."

The old man's eyes flickered. "You came to see me, explaining me in the future, refused?"

Li Xianyu was silent.

His plan was simple. He used the ability to trace back the fruit and asked the old Taoist past to pray for him.

As long as the old priests help out, they can change the situation, change the destiny of the Buddha head, change the destiny of the Wan Yao League to protect the law, and even change the fate of Cuihua Sanwu.

In this process, he only played a supporting role, relatively soft and euphemistic, and not directly exerting the power of fruit.

In this way, we may be able to avoid what Bing Zhezi said: "Cannot go back in time", "People who play with fate will eventually be played by fate."

"Since I refused in the future, what use would you say to me now?"

"This matter is of great importance, I hope the seniors will agree." Li Xianyu begged.

"You know, fate cannot be changed."

Li Xianyu was silent again.

He heard this sentence countless times, heard the old priests said, and heard the ice dregs said.

To this day, even though he is still very young, he does not have the enthusiasm of the middle two, and shouts the slogan "My life is up to me".

Because, although young, the heart has vicissitudes.

In a more grounded phrase: I have been beaten by socialism and can't get crazy.

"Idiot!" The old man shook his head, a wave of worn sleeves, and a breeze passed, Li Xianyu's translucent figure collapsed and disappeared, the world returned to normal.

The world has changed again like a movie. It used to be backtracking, but this time it was fast forward.

Li Xianyu was blown out by the force of the old Taoist priest, and everything around him was passing quickly, and time passed quickly.

He was "fast-forwarding" towards the Pantheon.

Rejected ... Qin Ze begged him with righteousness and failed.

I should understand, after all, he is not forgetting, not the one who loves and hates, and cares about the country. Not the one who lost everything in the Changsha defense battle and still has to organize militia to fight guerrillas.

When Li Xianyu was sad and desolate and angry, a faint sigh came from his ear:

The time has not come!

...

Maoshan, Shangqing school.

At dusk, the sunset is like blood.

The red and golden clouds in the red solidified to the west and remained motionless.

The reconstruction of the Shangqing School was in full swing. The architects sent by Baoze discussed the construction plan with the Taoist priests.

"You don't need good bricks, you need that kind of blue brick, vintage blue brick ... The Shangqing school is a big school that has been passed down for thousands of years. Even if it is rebuilding, it must be the same. What is it to build a red brick house? The middle-aged Taoist shouted loudly at the architect who always had different ideas.

"The hall dedicated to the ancestor can be restored, but your dormitory does not need to be retro. Is it not good to have more elements of the new era, is it not good to sleep comfortably." Several architects are difficult to understand.

"What kind of comfort a monk needs, in order to maintain normality in the poor days, don't be crooked, just cover it according to our requirements." Middle-aged Taoist said.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, an old Taoist sparsely white-haired, who was about to die, came slowly, through the gate of Taoist Temple, and walked towards the construction site.

The middle-aged priest saw him from afar, frowned, and frowned to meet him: "Older, are you okay?"

The seniority is really too big to know how to call it.

It is not necessary to call the uncle the ancestor, and an old Taoist priest sweeping the steps is not qualified.

The sun really came out to the west. This old road has been on the mountainside for decades, and never stepped into the gate of observation. Today, it is impossible to take the wrong medicine.

The old priest approached, glanced at the middle-aged priest's back, and the oblique sword that he carried obliquely, his tone was not slow, and he smiled the old man's unique smile: "I'm borrowing a sword!"

Middle-aged Taoist: "?????"

He didn't understand the meaning of the old priest, borrowing a sword? A slow-blooded old man walking slowly and borrowing a sword from him?

The old priest did not wait for his reply, and beckoned by himself, a miserable scene happened.

The long sword on the back of the middle-aged priest seemed to have been given life, and he took out his sheath and sent himself to the palm of the old priest.

"You ..." The middle-aged Taoist was startled, his face slightly changed.

The surrounding disciples of the Qing dynasty retreated, staring blankly and vigilantly at the old Taoist priest.

They naturally knew the old way, and in this situation, they were shocked.

The architects of Baoze did not know the details of the old Taoist priests, but watched the reactions of the Taoist priests around them and followed with vigilance.

The current situation is suffering enough, and I have long understood that sometimes the same door may not be his own.

The old Taoist ignored them and said softly:

"Learning to be rich in five cars and shocking masters, the world is naturally a good teacher."

Long sword drew from his hand, hanging in the eyebrow.

"Don't run for fame and fortune, resign and go to the west to see Xuanhuang."

I wonder if it is an illusion, the sunset seems to be dim.

"The Japanese invaders in the East China Sea were too arrogant, and the 13 artillery shells were silent."

The sword violently vibrated and made a harsh noise, and seemed to be unable to hold back, going out to kill the Japanese invaders.

"No self, no work, no name, and harmony with its light and its dust."

The sword ceased to be restless and became quiet and peaceful.

The old Taoist paused and smiled freely: "Daoxing Siyang and Qizhou, there is no enmity from east to west and north to south."

Demon Road, that's all.

After reading this sentence, everyone present saw a primitive **** floating above the head of the old Taoist priest. He was very young, wearing a robe, with frowning eyes and smiling lips, giving people a free and easy feeling.

He laughed a long time: "The time has come to ~ www.novelbuddy.com ~ Yuanshen holding the sword away.

In the Qing dynasty, all the disciples raised their heads and looked at the stream of light that disappeared in the sky, shocked and speechless.

"Then, that's ..... forgotten ?!" someone murmured.

That was a disciple of Shangqing who had participated in the Dao Conference, and had seen the remnant soul of the demon Tao, and this one was exactly the same as the demon Tao of the day.

Yaodao forget the dust ..... The middle-aged Taoist who borrowed the sword was shocked, and he couldn't tell what his mood was.

He glanced arrogantly and looked at the old Taoist priest standing in place.

Only to discover that this is already a body.

The grandma's bones broke, and the old man's bones were brittle and did not fall. I'm about to have an operation, but I'm very poor. I don't know if I can have an operation. This chapter was coded at the hospital, please forgive me for typos.

(End of this chapter)