In the bamboo forest in the mountains, a gentle breeze blew.
A fifteen or sixteen year old youth opened his eyes slightly and rubbed them in a daze.
The youth was nameless and had no parents. He was raised by a blind fortune-teller since he was young.
The blind fortune-teller said that he was the reincarnation of a god and would become a great person in the future.
The youth scoffed.
He did not think that a god would be willing to reincarnate as an unwanted bastard.
Although the blind fortune-teller did not give the youth wealth, he taught him martial arts, allowing him to kill a tiger with one punch when he was only a teenager.
Later, the blind fortune-teller died of illness. The youth felt that he would not have any relatives anymore.
Later, the youth saw her.
He saw the bloodstains on her body, the bloodstains on her face, and the despair on her face.
Behind her were the people who wanted to kill her.
For some reason, when he saw the girl's eyes that were still clear despite being covered in blood, he subconsciously made a move.
Finally.
The youth, who was injured, came in front of the girl and stretched out his hand.
"What is your name?"
"My name is … Xiao Zhi Yuan." The girl said timidly.
"Then follow me." The youth held the girl's hand as if nothing had happened.
The girl held it tightly and did not let go.
She followed him for three years.
During these three years, the girl encountered countless assassination attempts, and the youth helped her block countless of them.
The youth became stronger and stronger, but the injuries on his body also increased.
Three years later.
A group of people found the girl and wanted to take her away.
The youth looked on silently and did not say a word.
Before leaving, the girl jumped into the youth's arms and kissed his face.
"I will come back to find you. Xiao Zhi Yuan will become very, very strong. I will not let you get hurt again." The girl vowed.
She stuffed a sachet into the youth's chest where his heart was.
"Never forget me."
She left.
The youth was filled with hatred and even felt that he was betrayed.
He picked up the sachet and wanted to throw it away, but in the end, he still kept it.
Later, the youth met a young master.
A young master who went into the mountains to hunt and was almost eaten by a white tiger.
He killed the white tiger with one punch. At the same time, he looked at the young master with disdain.
"You are so useless. Don't go into the mountains to hunt."
"Hello, I am the Thirteenth Prince of Northern Liang. Thank you for saving me." The young master laughed happily.
From then on, the Northern Liang Kingdom had another legend.
A general who had no name, but who had shocked everyone.
Ten years later.
The Zi Chuan Empire attacked the Northern Liang Kingdom's imperial capital.
A silent figure wearing a helmet like an iron tower stood on the city wall of the Imperial Capital.
With thirty thousand soldiers, they vowed to guard the country's gates.
The Empress of the Zichuan Empire personally led the troops into battle.
"The Northern Liang Monarch has already hanged himself. Why are you still defending?" Someone shouted.
That figure remained indifferent and didn't say anything.
He only knew that the young master who was almost eaten by the White Tiger had now died in his own hanging rope.
However, he wanted to fight until the very end.
Empress Zi Chuan covered her face with a beaded curtain.
She looked at the stubborn figure in front of her and reached into the void. A sword appeared in her hand.
"Once we conquer the Northern Liang Kingdom, no one in this world will be able to harm us anymore," the Empress muttered to herself.
Puchi!
Blood splattered everywhere.
The sword in Empress Zi Chuan's hand pierced through the general's heart.
"Let me see what kind of person the final backbone of the Northern Liang Kingdom is."
Empress Zi Chuan removed her general's mask.
A familiar face was revealed.
"Why …"
"Little Zhiyuan, you are here. As expected, you have become very powerful …" The general's hand trembled as he took out an item.
It was a blood-stained sachet.
During these ten years, he had been at ease.
The general closed his eyes.
Empress Zi Chuan's hair was messy, and she was heartbroken.
A sword to the throat.
The two corpses leaned against each other.
The blood that splattered out merged together.
The first generation had ended.
…
The lanterns were lit.
A handsome manservant was secretly sizing up the beautiful courtesan in the room.
She should be the most beautiful woman in this brothel.
Her name was Li Yuan.
Not only was she beautiful, but she also had a beautiful heart.
She wasn't like other women who schemed against each other.
One day, the servant accidentally knocked over a customer's wine cup and was kicked and punched by the customer. He was almost beaten to death.
It was Li Yuan who stepped in. She hugged the customer and coaxed him to not be calculative.
The servant lowered his head and clenched his teeth.
Late at night, he didn't know where he got the courage to find Li Yuan. He hugged her and said, "I want to bring you away."
Li Yuan smiled and said, "Okay, when you become the number one in the world, bring me away."
The servant left.
He met an expert and apprenticed himself to him.
In three years, he became famous all over the world with a sword.
He came to the brothel again.
The courtesan was gone.
He heard that she died in the house of a rich family a month ago.
Before she died, she was still muttering, "Bring me away."
He carried his sword and massacred the family. There were 300 people in total, and he didn't leave a single one alive.
He hugged the courtesan's cold body and walked toward the sunset step by step.
The second generation ended.
There were many stories.
There was a scholar who went to the capital to take the imperial exam who met a vixen in the middle of the night. Humans and demons were different.
There was a Daoist disciple who fell in love with a demoness of the Devil Sect and died for love.
And these people, without exception, all of them had a question in their hearts before they died.
Who am I?
They didn't know who they were. They only felt that they seemed to have forgotten something.
They only remembered that they seemed to have seen a blurry white-clothed figure in a dream.
The cycle of reincarnation after reincarnation seemed endless.
The fifth generation …
The seventh generation …
The twentieth generation …
The seventy-second generation …
The ninety-nine generations of reincarnation passed.
Until the hundredth generation.
He was the eldest son of the world's number one demon-slaying family.
He was handsome and extraordinary.
But his personality was cold and distant, as if he had no feelings.
Exterminating demons was even more cruel.
But only a few people knew.
He wasn't human.
Instead, he was a humanoid Daoist soldier passed down from ancient times.
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 peach blossom demon smiled charmingly.
He didn't know why he didn't kill her.
Perhaps it was because that smile was too bright.
Tao Yuan told him that the outside world was very big, and there were endless rivers and mountains.
"If you want, I can accompany you to see it." Tao Yuan smiled sweetly.
"I'm the eldest son of the number one demon-slaying family," he said.
"I'm not afraid. You're a good person." Tao Yuan smiled innocently.
He was still expressionless.
However, there was a faint ancient talisman slowly appearing between his eyebrows.
Later, the matter of the little peach blossom demon was exposed.
In the square hall of the number one demon-slaying family, everyone asked him to kill this little peach blossom demon with his own hands.
The little peach blossom demon was weak and collapsed to the ground with wounds all over her body.
And she was still smiling at him.
Just like when they first met, her smile was as bright as a peach blossom.
"I'm not afraid of death. I'm just afraid that I can't accompany you to see the rivers and mountains …" Tao Yuan's face was pale as she smiled weakly.
He raised the sword in his hand.
He hesitated.
Slash.
Still not slash?
His hand was trembling.
At this moment, a mechanical voice suddenly sounded in his mind.
"Ding, congratulations to the host. You have reached the deepest part of the Black Abyss. Do you want to Sign in?"
He answered subconsciously.
"Ding, congratulations to the host. Sign in for the Three Generations Immortal Sutra, Future Lifeless Sutra!"
Boom!
Accompanied by a mechanical sound.
The Past Amitabha Sutra, the Present World Tathagata Sutra, and the Future Lifeless Sutra.
They completely fused into a supreme immortal sutra for cultivating the primordial spirit. The Three Generations Immortal Sutra!
At this moment, his mind instantly became clear.
At the same time, the ancient talisman in his mind released boundless light.
That was half of the Chaotic Ancient Emperor's talisman, protecting his primordial spirit.
"Hehe, the Hundred Lives Reincarnation Test, as expected of the Underworld."
His gaze was cold as he looked at the weak and pitiful Tao Yuan who was lying on the ground.
"Ling Yan, I'm afraid you haven't woken up yet. It seems that this Son Of God will go first."
His sword fell and killed the little peach blossom demon!
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