Scoring the Sacred Body of the Ancients from the Get-go

Bamboo forest in the mountains, the breeze is slightly rippling.

A boy about fifteen or sixteen opened his eyes slightly and rubbed his eyes in confusion.

The young man has no name and surname, no father and no mother, and was raised by a blind fortune-teller.

The blind fortune teller said that he was the reincarnation of a god and would surely become a big man in the future.

The young man scoffed.

He didn't think that the gods would be willing to be reincarnated as a wild species that no one wanted.

Although the blind fortune-teller did not give the young man great wealth, 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 should have no more relatives.

Later, the boy saw her.

I saw the blood on her body, the blood on her face, and the despair on her face.

In the back are the people who are chasing her.

For some reason, seeing the girl's blood-stained, but still clear eyes, he subconsciously shot.

at last.

The young man came to the girl with all his injuries and stretched out his hand.

"What's your name?"

"My name is...Xiao Zhiyuan." The girl said timidly.

"Then just follow me." The boy took the girl's hand casually.

The girl held on tightly, but did not let go.

This one is three years.

In the past three years, the girl was assassinated countless times, and the boy helped her block countless assassinations.

The young man is getting stronger and stronger, but the injuries on his body are also increasing.

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 parting, the girl threw herself into the boy's arms and kissed his face.

"I will come back to find you, Xiao Zhiyuan will become very strong, very powerful, and I won't let you get hurt a little bit." The girl vowed.

She stuffed a sachet into the heart of the boy's arms.

"Never forget me."

she left.

The young man hates it, and even feels that he has been 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 son.

A young man who went hunting in the mountains and was about to be eaten by a white tiger.

He smashed the white tiger to death with one punch, and looked at the son with contempt.

"It's such a waste, don't go hunting in the mountains."

"Hello, the thirteenth prince in Xiabeiliang, thank you Xiongtai for your help." The prince smiled happily.

Since then, Beiliang Kingdom has had another legend.

A general who has no name but shocked all directions.

Ten years later.

The Zichuan Empire attacked the capital of the Northern Liang Kingdom.

A silent figure with a faceplate like an iron tower stood on the city wall of the imperial capital.

With 30,000 remnants of soldiers, vowed to guard the country's gate.

The Empress of the Zichuan Empire, she was driven by her own expedition.

"The Beiliang King has already hanged himself, why are you still holding on?" someone shouted.

The figure was indifferent.

All he knew was that the young man who was almost eaten by the white tiger at the time was now dead in the ropes he was hanging from.

But he wants to fight until the last moment.

Empress Zichuan hides her face 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.

"When the country of Beiliang is conquered, in this world, no one will be able to hurt us again." The Empress murmured in her heart.

puff!

Blood is splashing.

The sword in the hands of Empress Zichuan penetrated the heart of the general.

"Let me see, who is the last backbone of the Northern Liang Kingdom?"

Empress Zichuan took off the general's mask.

A familiar face appeared.

"Why..."

"Xiao Zhiyuan, you're here, you really have become very powerful..." The general trembled and took out something.

It's a blood-stained sachet.

For ten years, rest assured.

The general closed his eyes.

Empress Zichuan had messy hair on the temples and was heartbroken.

A sword seals the throat.

The two corpses, leaning against each other.

The blood spattered, fused together.

The first world ended.

...

The lights are on.

A handsome young servant secretly looked at the glamorous oiran in the room.

She should be the most beautiful woman in this hook bar.

Her name is Li Yuan.

She is not only beautiful, but also beautiful.

Unlike other women, one by one intrigues.

One day, the servant accidentally knocked over a guest's wine glass and was beaten and kicked by the guest, almost killing him.

It was Li Yuan who took action, hugged the guest, made him happy, and told him not to care.

The servant lowered his head and gritted his teeth.

In the middle of the night, he did not know where the courage came from, found Li Yuan, hugged her and said, I want to take you away.

Li Yuan said with a smile, "Okay, when you become number one in the world, take me away."

The boy left.

He met an expert and learned art from a teacher.

For three years, he was famous all over the world with a sword.

He came to the hook bar again.

The oiran is gone.

I heard that she died in a big family's house a month ago.

Before she died, she was still talking and took her away.

With his sword in hand, he washed the family with blood, 300 mouths up and down, without saving a single life.

He embraced the oiran's already cold body and walked towards the sunset step by step.

The second world ended.

There are many more stories.

There is a scholar who went to Beijing to take the exam, and met a fox spirit in the middle of the night.

There is a Taoist disciple who fell in love with the witch of the Demon Sect, and finally died in love.

And these people, without exception, will have a question in their hearts before they die.

who I am?

They don't know who they are, they just feel that they seem to have forgotten something.

They only remembered, as if they had seen it in a dream, a blurry figure in white, riding above the mundane world.

The cycle of life after life seems to have no end.

Fifth...

The seventh...

twentieth century...

Seventy-second...

The ninety-ninth reincarnation has passed through the evil fate.

until the hundredth century.

He is the eldest son of the No. 1 Demon Slayer Family in the World.

Unusually handsome.

But the character, indifferent and alienated, seems to have no feelings.

Exterminating monsters is even more cruel.

But only a few know.

He is not human.

It is the first demon-killing family, a humanoid Taoist soldier handed down from ancient times.

He believes 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 Yao smiled charmingly.

He didn't know why, so he didn't kill.

Maybe it's because of that smile, too bright.

Taoyuan told him that the outside world is very big, and there are thousands of mountains and rivers.

"If you want, I can accompany you to see it." Taoyuan smiled beautifully.

"I am the eldest son of the First 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 is an ancient talisman that is slowly manifesting.

Later, the little peach demon was exposed.

In the square hall of the First Demon Slayer Family, everyone asked him to kill this little peach demon with his own hands.

Xiao Tao Yao was weak and weak, and collapsed to the ground covered in injuries.

And she was still smiling at him.

Just like the first time we met, he smiled brightly like 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 mountains and rivers..." Taoyuan paled and smiled weakly.

He raised the sword in his hand.

Hesitant.

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 sign in?"

He responded subconsciously.

"Ding, congratulations to the host, signing in the 3rd Immortal Sutra, there will be no life scriptures in the future!"

boom!

Accompanied by mechanical sounds.

The Amitabha Sutra in the past, the Tathagata Sutra in the present world, and the Unborn Sutra in the future are three major sutras.

The complete fusion has become the supreme immortal scripture for cultivating the primordial spirit, the third immortal scripture!

At this moment, his mind was instantly clear.

At the same time, the ancient talisman in the brain released immeasurable brilliance.

It was half a piece of Chaos Ancient Emperor Talisman, protecting his Primordial Spirit.

"Haha, the test of reincarnation is worthy of the underworld."

His eyes were cold and faint, looking at the weak and pitiful Taoyuan, who was collapsed to the ground.

"Lingyuan, I'm afraid you haven't woken up yet. It seems that this goddess is still one step ahead."

He fell with a sword and beheaded the little peach demon!