The Rebirth of the Prince: Starting from Not Being a Doglicker

"Brother Su An."

Wang Shishi quickly walked to Su An's side, looked at Sima Yue's back, and asked angrily.

"Why did she come to see you?"

I had just left for a while when the woman came up to me.

Not aware of it at all.

She and Brother Su An are over.

"Nothing." Su An said.

"She didn't say anything, literally."

Seeing Su An so calm and composed, Wang Shishi felt relieved.

During this period, she also saw Su An's attitude towards Sima Yue, which was completely the same as that towards a stranger.

This is what she should do. When Brother Su An was sincere to Sima Yue, she didn't cherish him. Now that Brother Su An doesn't want her anymore, she comes up to him with a shameless face.

Sima Yue was just a simple episode for the two of them. Soon they stopped talking about it and began to read the Taoist scriptures seriously.

…………

at the same time.

Southern Xinjiang, Luozhou.

The river flows eastward, with turbid waves surging.

The setting sun is blood-red, and the maple trees on both sides are dyed with frost.

"The wind is very noisy today."

A rambling figure in blue stood by the river, with his hands behind his back, looking at the river view on both sides.

A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he turned around and said calmly.

"Since you're here, why hide your head and show your tail?"

As soon as he finished speaking, black fog surged, and seven figures emerged not far behind him.

These figures were all masked, dressed in black robes, and had a sinister aura about them.

The two men in the lead, one was over 10 feet tall, with broad shoulders and a thick waist, his body was full of fat, but he was full of blood and energy, and it was obvious that he was an unconventional physical practitioner.

The other person was a thin woman. A bunch of strange babies with pale skin and purple tints surrounded her, some holding her hands, some hugging her legs, and some being held in her arms, just like her children.

They looked at the man in green not far away, with curiosity in their pale eyes.

The five figures behind the two men also had extraordinary aura, but none of them were as powerful as the two of them, and it was obvious that their strength was much inferior.

"Two elders and five helmsmen." The man in green stroked his chin, seeming a little disappointed.

"That old fellow Sword Demon is really going backwards as he gets older. He hides in the dark and sends out you, the scumbags from the fifth and sixth realms."

"How shameless! Why would Lord Sword Demon need to take action against you?"

The black-robed woman said coldly.

"You dare to show up in public when Mr. Su is not around. Even if you are invincible in your realm, you can never be a match for the seven of us."

"Zhou Wenjing, today is the day you die."

"Do it!"

Following the order given by the woman in black robe.

The fat man in black robe, who was over ten feet tall, had his body rapidly expand and continue to grow until his body was a hundred meters high, like a mountain of flesh.

He roared angrily, and with a surge of blood and energy in his body, he suddenly pounced towards the man in green.

"Go ahead, kids."

The strange babies around the black-robed woman had skin that turned from pale to purple, their pupils turned red, their faces became hideous, their mouths were full of fangs, and two black horns grew on their heads.

They let out strange cries and rushed towards the man in green at an extremely fast speed, leaving green afterimages in the air.

Behind the two men, the other five also showed their skills and besieged the man in green.

The man in green is named Zhou Wenjing. He is a scholar of Qilin Pavilion and a cultivator at the peak of the sixth realm. He is also known as the strongest cultivator in the capital and invincible among those in the same realm.

He was ordered to come to the South Pass in Luozhou, southern Xinjiang, to construct a spiritual formation and assist Marquis Shenwei in setting up a defense line to resist the Great Qi in the south.

As one of the most famous formation masters in Dajin, Zhou Wenjing was a major threat to Shadow and Nanqi, who attempted to assassinate him many times.

But because of his own strength and the fact that he often stayed with Marquis Shenwei, Shadow never found an opportunity.

Until today, Zhou Wenjing was out and Marquis Shenwei was stranded at Zhennan Pass due to some matters, giving them the opportunity to assassinate Zhou Wenjing.

Shadow sent out a strong enough lineup, including two elders at the peak of the sixth realm and five helmsmen at the peak of the fifth realm. If nothing unexpected happens, even if Zhou Wenjing is known as the strongest in the same realm, he will not be able to escape death.

Facing the siege of the evil cultivators, Zhou Wenjing still stood with his hands behind his back, looking calm and composed.

He stretched out his hand, and something seemed to flow through his fingers.

"Want to kill me?"

"I wonder if you can feel it,"

"The wind here."

wind!

The killing autumn wind!

In late autumn, the autumn wind is bleak on both sides of the river.

But at this moment, the woman in black robe clearly saw that the wind in this place seemed to obey Zhou Wenjing's orders and gathered towards him.

Zhou Wenjing seemed to be motionless, but his vast spiritual consciousness left his body and covered an area of ​​a thousand feet in radius.

His spiritual consciousness merged and intertwined with the autumn wind in this thousand-foot space. His spiritual consciousness pulled the autumn wind, combined with his vast magic power like the sea.

In just a few seconds.

The murderous autumn wind formed gusts of light blue wind with extremely strong killing power.

"This is... the power of heaven and earth. Have you ascended to heaven?!"

The woman in black robe was horrified when she saw this scene.

In order to advance to the seventh realm, a practitioner of magic must communicate with heaven and earth and comprehend one of the great ways of gold, wood, water, fire, earth, wind and thunder. The process is grand and there is no way to advance in secret.

This is also the reason why the woman in black robe was so shocked.

Why did Zhou Wenjing reach the seventh realm without them receiving any news?

"Since you're here, just take my move."

"The wind is rising and the clouds are fierce!"

As Zhou Wenjing finished speaking, the gusts of wind suddenly gathered together to form a green tornado that stretched from sky to earth.

"Master Sword Demon, save me!"

The woman in black robe shouted for help.

The seventh realm magic cultivator is called celestial being. He communicates with the power of heaven and earth, and the magic he constructs is far beyond the reach of the sixth realm cultivators in terms of both lethality and range of influence.

Her only option now was to ask for help from Lord Sword Demon, who was also a cultivator of the seventh realm.

"The Great Jin Dynasty actually has another cultivator in the upper third realm."

Ten thousand meters above the sky, a man with long gray hair and blood-stained clothes stood in the air.

His face was gaunt, his eyes were red, and in his hand he held a long sword that looked like it was made of blood.

He looked at the man in blue who was in the center of the light blue tornado below, his expression not looking very good.

Cultivators in the seventh realm are extremely rare in the entire continent.

As for Da Jin, as the strongest force on the continent, the three grand secretaries of Guanwen Hall, the four generals of Zhaowu Hall, and the four titled generals of Wuwei Camp, these powerful men who are powerful in both magic and martial arts, are not all cultivators of the seventh realm.

"You are finally unable to hold back, you idiot?"

Zhou Wenjing also discovered him hiding high in the sky, and the two looked at each other from a distance.

"I haven't exercised since I was promoted to a celestial being. Today, I'm going to see whether your sword power is sharper or my wind power is better."

“But you’ve just entered the upper third realm, and you dare to be so arrogant.”

The white-haired man in blood-stained clothes snorted coldly, and the next moment, his blood surged, and a thousand-foot-tall blood-red sword appeared behind him.

There are seven realms in martial arts cultivation: the realm of Dharma!

This giant blood-red sword that is a thousand feet tall is the Dharma image of the man with long, dry white hair.

"Today I will teach you that there are differences between the seven realms."

Accompanied by a loud bang.

The giant blood-red sword pierced into the huge tornado from top to bottom.

The Taoist meaning of wind collides with the sword, and the wind energy and sword energy intertwine.

The seven evil cultivators inside the tornado were strangled to death in an instant without any surprise.

The giant sword collided with the tornado, and eventually the tornado collapsed. The bloody giant sword also became illusory and covered with cracks.

I have just entered the seventh realm, and I can't compare to others...

Zhou Wenjing bent over and coughed twice, blood oozing from the corners of his mouth. His innate magic was broken, causing him a considerable backlash.

He stood up and looked at the giant sword that was coming towards him to suppress him with the remaining power after defeating the tornado, his face still calm.

"Brother Su, it's up to you."

Hearing these words, the man in blood-stained clothes ten thousand meters above the sky suddenly tensed up and looked around.

After some sensing, I found nothing.

He sneered.

"Su Yan is not here, so stop being mysterious."

"Today, I was able to kill a newly promoted celestial being like you. The Great God of Destiny will definitely remember my great achievement."

At the same time, thousands of miles away.

On a long and majestic pass that is a hundred feet high.

Next to the parapet, a man in a black cloak drew out the long sword with a black sheath from his waist.

The extremely bright sword light crossed a distance of thousands of miles in an instant and slashed on the blood-red giant sword.

The next moment, the huge blood-red sword shattered.

"puff……"

The man in blood-stained clothes suddenly vomited blood, but he didn't care about his injuries. His body turned into a stream of blood and fled into the distance in a hurry.

“Su Yan, damn it… You were able to cut my Dharma image with one sword from a distance of a thousand miles!”

Not long after the man in blood-stained clothes escaped, a heroic man in a black cloak appeared in the sky.

"Brother Su, the plan was a perfect success."

Zhou Wenjing smiled at the man.

"It's a pity that Brother Su arrived a step too late and failed to stop the Sword Demon. But then again, if you hadn't stayed away, I'm afraid this old guy wouldn't dare to show up."

Su Yan said nothing, took a look at the battlefield, and then took Zhou Wenjing back to Zhennan Pass.

Under the blood-red setting sun, the endless and majestic pass is located between the vast mountains.

The two stood on a city wall.

"This time we killed two elders, five helmsmen, and smashed the Sword Demon's image. I think the Shadow should be quiet in Southern Xinjiang for a while." Zhou Wenjing said.

The fact that Zhou Wenjing's own innate magic was broken did not have that much impact on him, after all, he could still help Su Yan build the spiritual formation.

But the Sword Demon's Dharma image was broken, and at least until his Dharma image was repaired, he would not come out to cause trouble.

"When are you planning to return to the capital?" Su Yan asked.

"Wait until I recover from my injuries. During this time, I can check if there are any flaws in the formation arrangement."

"After I returned, I caught up with the engagement parties of my two children." Zhou Wenjing said.

"Speaking of which, when we received the letter from the capital last time, Xiao An was missing. Why weren't you worried at all, Brother Su?"

“He is a man of great blessings.”

Su Yan did not explain too much, but just looked in the direction of the capital, as if he wanted to see his own children in the Marquis' Mansion across an endless distance.