Chapter 735: A Hundred Reincarnations, the Three Immortal Scriptures Are Gathered Together, and the Illusion Is Destroyed
The bamboo forest in the mountains was filled with breeze.
A boy about fifteen or sixteen years old opened his eyes slightly and rubbed them in confusion.
The boy had no name, no father or mother, and was raised by a blind fortuneteller since he was a child.
The blind fortuneteller said that he was the reincarnation of a god and would become a great man in the future.
The boy sneered.
He didn't think that a god would be willing to reincarnate as a bastard that no one wanted.
Although the blind fortuneteller didn't make the boy rich and powerful, he taught him martial arts, so that he could kill a tiger with one punch when he was a teenager.
Later, the blind fortuneteller died of illness, and the boy felt that he would no longer have any relatives.
Later, the boy saw her.
He saw the blood on her body, the blood on her face, and the despair on her face.
Behind her were the people chasing her.
For some reason, when he saw the girl's bloody but still clear eyes, he subconsciously took action.
Finally.
The boy came to the girl with injuries and stretched out his hand.
"What's your name?"
"My name is... Little Kite." The girl said timidly.
"Then follow me." The boy took the girl's hand as if nothing had happened.
The girl held it tightly and didn't let go.
This followed for three years.
In the three years, the girl was assassinated countless times, and the boy helped her block countless assassinations.
The boy became stronger and stronger, but his injuries also increased.
Three years later.
A group of people found the girl and wanted to take her away.
The boy watched silently without saying a word.
When leaving, the girl threw herself into the boy's arms and kissed his face.
"I will come back to find you, Little Kite will become very strong, very strong, and never let you get hurt again." The girl vowed.
She stuffed a sachet into the boy's heart.
"Don't forget me forever."
She left.
The boy hated it and even felt betrayed.
He picked up the sachet and wanted to throw it away, but he finally put it in his arms.
Later, the boy met a young man.
A young man who went hunting in the mountains and was almost eaten by a white tiger.
He punched the white tiger to death and looked at the young man with contempt.
"If you are so useless, don't go hunting in the mountains."
"Hello, I am the thirteenth prince of Beiliang. Thank you for saving me." The young man laughed heartily.
From then on, Beiliang Kingdom had a legend.
A general who had no name but shocked everyone.
Ten years later.
The Zichuan Empire attacked the imperial capital of Beiliang.
A silent figure with a mask like an iron tower stood on the wall of the imperial capital.
With 30,000 remnants, he vowed to defend the country.
The empress of the Zichuan Empire led the army in person.
"The king of Beiliang has hanged himself, why are you still defending?" 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 hanged himself.
But he will fight to the last moment.
Empress Zichuan, with a pearl curtain covering her face.
She looked at the stubborn figure in front of her, stretched out her hand into the air, and held a sword in her hand.
"After conquering Beiliang, no one in this world can hurt us anymore." The empress murmured in her heart.
Puff!
Blood was splattering.
The sword in Empress Zichuan's hand pierced the general's heart.
"Let me see who is the last backbone of Beiliang?"
Empress Zichuan took off the general's mask.
A familiar face was revealed.
"Why..."
"Little Zhiyuan, you are here, and you have become very powerful..." The general took out something with trembling hands.
It was a blood-stained sachet.
For ten years, I have kept it in my heart.
The general closed his eyes.
Empress Zichuan's hair was messy and she was heartbroken.
A sword sealed the throat.
The bodies of the two leaned against each other.
The splashed blood merged together.
The first life ended.
…
The lights were on.
A handsome servant secretly looked at the beautiful courtesan in the room.
She should be the most beautiful woman in this brothel.
Her name is Li Yuan.
She is not only beautiful, but also beautiful in heart.
Unlike other women, they are all scheming.
One day, the servant 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, coaxed him to be happy, and told him not to care.
The servant lowered his head and gritted his teeth.
Late at night, he didn't know where he got the courage, found 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 servant left.
He met a master and became his apprentice.
In three years, he became famous all over the world with a sword.
He came to the brothel again.
The courtesan was gone.
It was said that she died in a wealthy family a month ago.
Before he died, he was still muttering, take her away.
He held the sword and massacred the family, 300 people, leaving no one alive.
He hugged the cold body of the courtesan and walked towards the sunset step by step.
The second life ended.
There are many more stories.
There was a scholar who went to Beijing to take the imperial examination, and met a fox spirit in the middle of the night, and the human and the demon went their separate ways.
There was a disciple of the Dao Sect who fell in love with a witch of the Demon Sect and finally died for love.
And these people, without exception, will have a question in their hearts before they die.
Who am I?
They don't know who they are, they just feel like they have forgotten something.
They only remember that they seemed to have seen a vague figure in white in a dream, coming to the mortal world.
Reincarnation after reincarnation, it seems that there is no end.
The fifth life...
The seventh life...
The twentieth life...
The seventy-second life...
The ninety-nine reincarnations passed through.
Until the hundredth life.
He is the eldest son of the world's number one demon-killing family.
He has an extraordinary handsome appearance.
But his personality is cold and distant, as if he has no feelings.
He is even more cruel to exterminate demons.
But only a few people know.
He is not a human.
He is a human-shaped Taoist soldier passed down from ancient times by the number one demon-killing family.
He thought that he might never have the feeling of love in his life.
Until he met a peach blossom demon.
"My name is Tao Yuan."
The little peach demon smiled charmingly.
He didn't know why he didn't kill it.
Maybe it was because that smile was too brilliant.
Tao Yuan told him that the world outside was very big, and there were countless mountains and rivers.
"If you want, I can go with you to see it." Tao Yuan smiled sweetly.
"I am the eldest son of the first demon-killing family." He said.
"I am not afraid, you are a good person." Tao Yuan smiled innocently.
He still had no expression on his face.
But in his brow, there was a faint ancient symbol slowly appearing.
Later, the matter of the little peach demon was exposed.
In the square hall of the first demon-killing 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 with injuries all over his body.
And she was still smiling at him.
Just like when they first met, her smile was as bright as peach blossoms.
"I am not afraid of death, I am only afraid that I can't go with you to see the mountains and rivers..." Tao Yuan looked pale and smiled weakly.
He raised the sword in his hand.
Hesitated.
Cut.
Still not cut?
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, sign in to the Three Worlds Immortal Scripture, the Future Immortal Scripture!"
Boom!
Accompanied by the mechanical sound.
The three major scriptures of the Past Amitabha Sutra, the Present Tathagata Sutra, and the Future Immortal Scripture.
Completely merged into the Supreme Immortal Scripture for cultivating the Yuanshen, the Three Worlds Immortal Scripture!
At this moment, his mind was instantly clear.
At the same time, the ancient talisman in his brain released infinite light.
It was half of the Chaos Ancient Emperor Talisman, protecting his Yuanshen.
"Haha, the test of reincarnation for a hundred generations, worthy of the underworld."
His eyes were cold and dim, looking at the weak and pitiful Tao Yuan who was lying on the ground.
"Ling Yuan, I'm afraid you haven't woken up yet. It seems that this son of God is still one step ahead."
He fell with a sword and killed the little peach monster!