Bamboo forest in the mountains, gentle breeze.
A young man, about fifteen or sixteen years old, opened his eyes slightly and rubbed his eyes in confusion.
The young man has no name, no father or mother, and was raised by a blind fortune teller.
The blind fortune teller said that he was the reincarnation of a god and would definitely become a big shot in the future.
The young man scoffed.
He didn't think that a god would be willing to reincarnate as a bastard that no one wanted.
Although the blind fortune teller did not make the boy rich, he taught him martial arts so that he could kill a tiger with one punch when he was a teenager.
Later, the blind fortune teller died of illness, and the young man felt that he would not have any relatives anymore.
Later, the boy saw her.
I saw the blood on her body, the blood on her face, and the despair on her face.
Behind her are those who are chasing her.
For some reason, when he saw the girl's blood-stained but still clear eyes, he subconsciously took action.
at last.
The young man came to the girl with injuries all over his body and stretched out his hand.
"May I have your name?"
"My name is...Little Paper Kite." The girl said timidly.
"Then just follow me." The young man held the girl's hand as if nothing had happened.
The girl held on tightly and didn't let go.
This is three years.
In the past three years, the girl was assassinated countless times, and the boy helped her block countless assassinations.
The boy is getting stronger and stronger, but his injuries are also increasing.
Three years later.
A group of people found the girl and wanted to take her away.
The young man watched silently without saying a word.
When parting, the girl threw herself into the boy's arms and kissed his face.
"I will come back to find you. Little Paper Kite will become very powerful, very powerful, and I won't let you get hurt at all." The girl vowed.
She stuffed a sachet into the boy's arms, right next to his heart.
"Never forget me."
she left.
The young man was very angry and even felt betrayed.
He picked up the sachet and wanted to throw it away, but finally put it in his arms.
Later, the young man met a young master.
A young man went hunting in the mountains and was about to be eaten by an eye-catching white tiger.
He punched the white tiger to death while looking at the young master with contempt.
"If you're such a loser, don't go hunting in the mountains."
"Hello, I am the Thirteenth Prince of Xiabei Liang. Thank you very much for saving me." The young master smiled happily.
From then on, there was another legend in Beiliang Kingdom.
A general who has no name but shocks everyone.
Ten years later.
The Zichuan Empire attacks the imperial capital of Beiliang Kingdom.
A silent figure with a mask like an iron tower stood on the wall of the imperial capital.
With 30,000 remaining soldiers, he vowed to defend the country.
The empress of the Zichuan Empire, the royal charioteer marched in person.
"The leader of Beiliang Kingdom has hanged himself, why are you still holding on?" someone shouted.
That figure was indifferent and silent.
He only knew that the young man who was almost eaten by the white tiger was now dead in the rope he hung himself on.
But he will fight until the last moment.
Empress Zichuan, her face covered with a bead curtain.
She looked at the stubborn figure in front of her, reached into the void, and held a sword in her hand.
"Once Beiliang Kingdom is conquered, no one in this world can hurt us anymore." The empress murmured in her heart.
Poof!
Blood was splattering.
The sword in Empress Zichuan's hand penetrated the general's heart.
"Let me see, who is the last backbone of Beiliang Kingdom?"
Empress Zichuan took off the general's mask.
A familiar face appeared.
"Why..."
"Little Paper Kite, you are here, and you have indeed become very powerful..." The general took out something with trembling hands.
It's a bloody sachet.
In the past ten years, everyone takes time to worry about.
The general closed his eyes.
Empress Zichuan's hair was messy and she was heartbroken.
A sword seals the throat.
The two bodies were leaning on each other.
The splattered blood merged together.
The first life has come to an end.
…
The lanterns are on.
A handsome boy secretly looked at the beautiful oiran in the room.
She should be the most beautiful woman in this hook bar.
Her name is Li Yuan.
Not only is she beautiful, but she also has a beautiful heart.
Unlike other women, who are all scheming.
One day, the waiter accidentally knocked over a guest's wine glass and was beaten and kicked by the guest, almost to death.
It was Li Yuan who took action, hugged the guest, made him happy and told him not to worry about it.
The boy lowered his head and gritted his teeth.
Late at night, he didn't know where he got the courage to find Li Yuan, hugged her and said, I want to take you away.
Li Yuan smiled and said, OK, when you become the best in the world, take me away.
The boy left.
He met an expert and studied under him.
In three years, he became famous all over the world for his sword.
He came to the hook fence again.
The oiran has disappeared.
I heard someone said that she died in a wealthy family's home a month ago.
Before he died, he was still mumbling, "Take her away."
He took his sword and bloodbathed the family, including three hundred of them, without leaving a single life.
He hugged the oiran's already cold body and walked step by step towards the sunset.
The second life ends.
There are many more stories.
There was a scholar who went to Beijing to take the exam and met a vixen in the middle of the night.
There was a disciple of the Dao Sect who fell in love with a witch from the Demon Sect and eventually died in love.
And these people, without exception, will have a question in their mind before they die.
who I am?
They don't know who they are, they just feel like they have forgotten something.
They only remembered, as if they had seen it in a dream, a vague figure in white, hovering above the mortal world.
Reincarnation after reincarnation seems to have no end.
The fifth life...
The seventh life...
Twentieth life...
The seventy-second world...
Ninety-nine reincarnations have been passed through.
Until the hundredth life.
He is the eldest son of the best demon-killing family in the world.
His appearance is extraordinary.
But his personality is cold and distant, as if he has no emotions.
Exterminating demons is even more cruel.
But only a few people know.
He is not human.
It is a humanoid Taoist soldier handed down from ancient times by the first demon-killing family.
He thinks that he may never have such a feeling of love in his life.
Until, he met a peach blossom demon.
"My name is Taoyuan."
Xiao Tao smiled coquettishly and cutely.
He didn't know why, but he didn't kill them.
Maybe it's because that smile is so bright.
Taoyuan told him that the outside world is very big, and there are endless rivers and mountains to traverse.
"If you are willing, I can accompany you to see it." Taoyuan smiled Qiaoqiao.
"I am the eldest son of the number one demon slayer family," he said.
"I'm not afraid, you are a good person." Taoyuan smiled innocently.
He remained expressionless.
However, in the center of his eyebrows, there was an ancient talisman slowly manifesting.
Later, the story of the little peach demon was revealed.
In the square hall of the No. 1 Demon Slayer Family, everyone asked him to kill the little peach demon with his own hands.
The little peach demon was weak and collapsed to the ground covered in injuries.
And she was still smiling at him.
Just like when we first met, she smiled as brightly as a peach blossom.
"I'm not afraid of death, I'm just afraid that I won't be able to accompany you to see thousands of rivers and mountains..." Taoyuan looked pale and smiled weakly.
He raised his sword.
Undecided.
cut.
Still not beheading?
His hands were shaking.
At this moment, a mechanical voice suddenly came from his mind.
"Ding, congratulations to the host, you have reached the deepest part of the black abyss. Do you want to sign in?"
He responded subconsciously.
"Ding, congratulations to the host, you signed into the Immortal Sutra of the Three Worlds, the Sutra of No Life in the Future!"
boom!
Accompanied by mechanical sounds.
There are three major sutras: the Amitabha Sutra of the past, the Tathagata Sutra of the present life, and the Sutra of the Inanimate Future.
Completely integrated into the Supreme Immortal Sutra for cultivating the soul, the Immortal Sutra of Three Generations!
At this moment, his mind suddenly became clear.
At the same time, the ancient talisman in his mind releases immeasurable brilliance.
It was half an Ancient Emperor Talisman, protecting his soul.
"Haha, the test of reincarnation for a hundred generations is worthy of the underworld."
He looked at the weak and pitiful Taoyuan who collapsed on the ground with cold eyes.
"Lingyuan, I'm afraid you haven't woken up yet. It seems that this son of God should take the first step."
He lowered his sword and killed the little peach demon!
