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Chapter 723 Death Mission, the True Value of Su Mengtian (33)

"The newbie period is over. Now, let's begin the death mission!"

As soon as Qin Tian arrived in the Six Paths of Reincarnation space, he heard the cold voice of the Lord of the Six Paths of Reincarnation, which carried a hint of mockery in its tone.

"In order to seek the Buddha's teachings, the Tang Dynasty monk Xuanzang traveled westward. Under the protection of the Great Sage Equaling Heaven Sun Wukong, Marshal Tianpeng Zhu Bajie, General Rolling Curtain Sha Wujing, and the Dragon King's Third Prince Ao Lie, he slew demons and monsters along the way, overcame eighty-one tribulations, obtained the true Dharma, and attained enlightenment. This is the Journey to the West."

"This mission takes place 800 years after the Journey to the West, when demons wreak havoc on the human world!"

Main quest: Survive!

"If you can survive until the eighth day, you can return and be rewarded with a Reincarnation Talisman."

Upon hearing this, Qin Tian's lips twitched, and he cursed, "Damn it, as expected, they have no shame at all!"

"I've only just reincarnated once, and now I'm being asked to face a death mission?"

"Are you really that afraid that I'll become stronger by using the Six Paths of Reincarnation?!"

When Meng Qi transformed into the Demon Buddha, he had already considered the possibility of problems arising in the Six Paths of Reincarnation.

After all, his demonic appearance was too similar to that of a demonic Buddha.

He pondered the reason why Meng Qi had displayed that posture, perhaps it was related to cause and effect.

Now it seems to be true.

Meng Qi had already severed most of the Demon Buddha's karma, but it remained in the past, ready to take over Meng Qi's body and transform back into the Demon Buddha of the Other Shore.

"The Demon Buddha may just be the beginning." Qin Tian's heart sank.

The demonized Meng Qi is far less dangerous than the Demon Buddha himself.

But that's far from enough for Meng Qi to call a major robbery!

"Who knows exactly how many karmic ties Meng Qi severed, or how many incarnations he created?" Qin Tian sighed. In the previous era, Meng Qi was a supreme being, burdened with countless heavy karmic ties—the Azure Emperor's, the Three Pure Ones', Haotian's... He accepted them all without hesitation.

He created the strongest ancient being.

He can be considered the master of the "existence" principle.

Even when facing Amitabha Buddha, He remains fearless. At the time of creation, He was the Primordial Celestial Venerable, holding the talisman to open the heavens, capable of unleashing the most ancient strike.

When heaven and earth are at their peak, He can be the Moral Celestial Venerable, the foundation of existence, enjoying the blessings brought by heaven and earth at all times, and can also exert the power of the most ancient beings.

And when the world comes to an end, needless to say, the position of Lingbao Tianzun will also be in His hands. Standing in the great power of the end of the calamity, He should be the most respected!
This is the power of Su Meng Tianzun's One Qi Transformation into Three Pure Ones.

However, this heavy cause and effect is not a good thing.

The ancients had already reached the pinnacle of seeking existence; what followed...

Not only is the process of reducing to emptiness fraught with difficulties, but even transcending the years and reaching the original axis of time is hindered, making it difficult to truly reach the realm of the oldest beings like the Three Pure Ones.

Perhaps this great calamity was caused by Meng Qi in order to sever his own karma and prepare for the process of reducing and seeking emptiness.

"Hopefully, things won't get too bad."

"The bald kid isn't as greedy as I thought!" Qin Tian sighed.

"Before that, let's exchange for a treasured weapon for self-defense!"

However, before he could even open the weapon list, everything went black, and when he opened his eyes again, he found himself in a strange and eerie land.

This is a world eight hundred years after Journey to the West, a world overrun by demons!
"What a shameless bastard!" Qin Tian laughed in anger.

People really laugh when they are speechless.

This Lord of the Six Paths of Reincarnation is far too stingy.

They wouldn't even give him the precious weapon.

Are you so eager to kill him?

Qin Tian regained his composure and began to seriously consider this reincarnation mission.

"Although it's a bit frustrating, their actions this time have revealed quite a bit of information!" Qin Tian stroked his chin:

"He's getting a little anxious!"

"It doesn't seem like the methods of someone from the other side; it's a bit clumsy and stingy!"

The methods of those on the other side are subtle and pervasive, leading people unknowingly and willingly into their traps, making them accept their gifts, and then turning them into their pawns.

Therefore, in this life, every opportunity comes with a price tag, which must be repaid in the future.

Right now, the person behind the Lord of the Six Paths of Reincarnation is somewhat naive, like a newborn child.

In the original work, none of the other shore beings are as petty as them. Even the Demon Buddha, a demon lord with a history of betrayal, has his own style.

However, it wouldn't be entirely accurate to say they completely disregarded the rules; at least they didn't directly confront and kill Qin Tian.

After all, Qin Tian is currently just a nobody who hasn't even reached the level of an outer realm cultivator; he could be easily wiped out with a single blow.

Or rather... they are unable to take action themselves for the time being, so they resort to such petty tricks to try to eliminate him.

"Let's wait and see!" Qin Tian drew a long sword and cautiously surveyed his surroundings.

This is a hundred-times-forged weapon he obtained while hunting down river bandits.

"The ancestor sent me to patrol the mountain!"

At this moment, a long shout, accompanied by the crisp sound of gongs and drums, resounded through the mountains and forests.
"That sentence sounds familiar!" Qin Tian said with a strange expression.

"Hey, who are you!" a goat-headed demon pointed at Qin Tian and shouted, "How dare you cause trouble in my eighty-mile-long Lion Camel Ridge!"

"Eighty li of Lion Camel Ridge? Isn't it eight hundred li?" Qin Tian asked, looking puzzled.

"There once stood a towering Lion Camel Ridge, stretching for eight hundred li," the goat-headed demon declared passionately. "But... that's all in the past!"

"Now only the Eighty-Mile Lion Camel Ridge of the Drilling Wind Ancestor remains."

"But His Majesty said it was ten to more than a hundred!"

"Therefore, our Lion Camel Ridge is far superior to the previous one!" The little goat-headed demon said with great pride, giving a thumbs up.

"Ten to a hundred, as expected, most of these monsters are illiterate!" Qin Tian shook his head. There aren't many monkeys as cultured and refined as Monkey King anymore.

"Alright, I've said enough, I'm thirsty too." The sheep demon said matter-of-factly, treating Qin Tian like livestock, and commanded, "Hurry up, cut your palm and let the blood flow for me to drink!"

"The demons wreak havoc on the land, their reputation is well-deserved!" Qin Tian sneered. The next moment, the sharp sword in his hand tore through the black curtain and pierced through the sheep demon's head. With a burst of sword energy, brain matter flowed out.

The goat demon died on the spot, its body falling and transforming into a goat, its eyes filled with astonishment and confusion.

He didn't understand. How dare this human kill him? How could they kill him?! Aren't humans just food? How dare they disobey the orders of this demon?!
At this moment, a great demon with a red face and a pointed forehead, wearing a tiger-skin skirt, descended from the sky riding a black and red whirlwind, shouting: "Who dares to run wild in the territory of my Ancestor of Drilling Wind!"

"The Ancestor of Drilling Wind?" Qin Tian's expression turned strange. Recalling a joke from his past life, he tentatively asked.

"You're Little Drill Wind!" Qin Tian asked tentatively.

"Hey, what little Drill Wind? I'm the Drill Wind Ancestor now!" Little Drill Wind puffed out his chest and raised his head, speaking with righteous indignation.

"It really is you!" Qin Tian's lips twitched.

Although he was somewhat surprised that Little Drill Wind had survived to this day, he could understand it.

After all, Journey to the West is Journey to the West, and one life is another life; it's normal for the two to have some differences.

"First came Benboerba, then came Little Whirlwind!"

"Eight hundred years after Journey to the West, all the famous demons have disappeared, leaving only this bunch of extras!" Qin Tian scoffed.

"It's true what they say, 'When the cat's away, the mice will play.' Wait, no, there aren't even any monkeys in these mountains, just some fleas!"

However, Qin Tian did not underestimate Little Drill Wind.

Although this little driller's achievements are not as good as those of Benbo'erba, who could fight Tang Sanzang and his disciples one-on-one and suppress Yuanshi Tianzun.

But this situation should not be underestimated.

In Journey to the West, it's perfectly fine for Little Drill Wind to be called Little Drill Wind.

But right now, this is the Ancestor of Drilling Wind, a true outdoor demon.

"Who dares to kill me!"

"court death!"

"Whoosh!" Little Drill Wind exhaled a breath of divine wind, and a gale suddenly arose, blowing sand and stones, almost shaking mountains and rivers.

Qin Tian stood with his sword horizontally, his body merging into the void, making himself invisible, thus avoiding the divine wind that had risen.

"A stunningly beautiful outdoor shot!"

"This is difficult!" Qin Tian said, feeling a bit of a headache.

This was the first time he had encountered beings at the outdoor level.

Although he had killed a half-step outsider before.

However, a half-step outer realm cultivator has not truly crossed that boundary, and can be killed by a cultivator in the Enlightenment stage.

But this one has truly transcended its origin and ascended to a being in another dimension.

"Fortunately, I am no longer the person I used to be!" Qin Tian said.

Headache is just a headache. After more than a month of settling down, Qin Tian has opened six of his acupoints and is already halfway through his journey. He has almost fully explored his cultivation and potential.

Killing a scene on location isn't too difficult.

The little drill rose into the air at incredible speed and threw a punch at Qin Tian.

Qin Tian stood with his sword held horizontally, blocking the heavy punch.

The next moment, Qin Tian was sent flying backward, his longsword groaning and his bones trembling slightly – a result of the overwhelming power of his base stats.

Little Drill Wind roared, and demonic energy soared into the sky. Profound power of rules surged, revealing the inner world and transforming the heavens and earth.

A sudden gust of wind arose around him as he activated his innate divine power, intending to annihilate Qin Tian in one fell swoop.

Not to be outdone, Qin Tian raised his sword, his sword intent blazing like torches, and the radiance of the Fire Dance Whirlwind Technique rose from his body.

Fight wind with wind, and the outcome must be decided in one strike, a single blow that can determine life or death!

The Journey to the West has only just begun; Little Drill Wind is just an appetizer, and the real main course is probably yet to be served.

We must kill him in the shortest possible time.

Wind meets wind, the two merge, each containing the other. In the natural world, when two hurricanes meet, they either cancel each other out or the smaller one follows the larger one.

Of course, it is also possible that the smaller one will overwhelm the larger one, and by chance, the smaller whirlwind will inherit everything from the larger whirlwind.

And that's exactly the situation right now. The hurricane that Little Drill Wind created with his innate supernatural power is being gradually taken away by Qin Tian. The tornado that represents the Fire Dance Whirlwind is becoming larger and larger, and under Qin Tian's will, it is as big as an arm.

When it comes to insights and skill mastery, even Xiao Zuanfeng can't compare to Qin Tian.

"I don't believe it!" Feeling his control over the hurricane gradually being stripped away, he hurriedly spat out an orange-yellow demon core, its demonic energy so dense it was almost tangible. This was the foundation of his life and his strongest weapon.

The demon core has appeared in the world, a hurricane has risen again, the world has changed, and the inner landscape has been revealed.

“Useless effort!” Qin Tian said coldly.

As long as his control over the wind is not as good as Qin Tian's.

No matter how many divine winds he summons or how much power he uses, he will ultimately become Qin Tian's stepping stone.

His defeat was already sealed the moment he underestimated Qin Tian and tried to kill him in one blow.

Until one day, the power of the Fire Dance Whirlwind surpassed that of the Little Drill Wind.

"Heaven and Earth live as long!" Qin Tian pushed his sword technique to its limit, shattering the external killing move in one fell swoop.

Finally, the two hurricanes merged into one, transforming into a fiery yellow hurricane that connected heaven and earth. Sandstorms swirled, mountains trembled, and a man stood tall beneath the heavens with a sword.

"My wind!" Little Drill Wind couldn't accept his supernatural power; his wind had actually been stolen by a tiny thing.

"No, now it's my turn to shine!"

"Fire Dance Whirlwind!" Qin Tian leaped high into the air, riding the wind and soaring into the sky, unleashing a dazzling sword light.

This sword strike, imbued with the immense power of heaven and earth, transformed a tornado into sword energy, just like the awe-inspiring might of the heavens, upright and righteous, crushing down.

The sword fell, tearing through Xiao Zuanfeng's tiger-skin armor and piercing his body. Boundless storm power poured out, accompanied by a crimson glow, and Xiao Zuanfeng was cleaved in two.

"Crack!"

At the same time, with a crisp sound, the sword in Qin Tian's hand snapped in two.

This sword, having fought the great demon to its end, had burned completely out.

...

At this moment, in the Spirit Mountain, a bald figure opened his eyes.

(End of this chapter)