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Chapter 735 Samsara's Nie Yuan, Three Worlds of Immortal Scriptures Collected, Exterminated illusion

In the bamboo forest in the mountains, the breeze is slightly rippling.

A boy who was about 15 or 16 years old opened his eyes slightly and rubbed them in a daze.

The boy has no name, no surname, no father and no mother, and was raised by a blind fortune-teller since he was a child.

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

The boy scoffed.

He didn't think that gods would be willing to be reincarnated as unwanted bastards.

Although the blind fortune teller didn't make the young man 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 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 stains on her face, and the despair on her face.

Behind is the person who chased her down.

For some reason, seeing the girl covered in blood, but still with big clear eyes, he subconsciously shot.

at last.

The boy came to the girl with injuries all over his body, and stretched out his hand.

"May I have your name?"

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

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

The girl held it tightly and did not 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 look for you, and the little kite will become very strong, very strong, and I won't let you get hurt at all." The girl vowed.

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

"Never forget me."

she left.

The teenager hated it and even felt betrayed.

He picked up the sachet and wanted to throw it away, but finally put it in his arms.

Later, the boy met a son.

A son who went hunting in the mountains and was about to be eaten by the eye-catching White Tiger.

He crushed White Tiger to death with one punch, while looking at the young master with contempt.

"If you're so useless, don't go hunting in the mountains."

"Hello, the thirteenth prince in Xiabeiliang, thank you brother for saving me." The young master smiled happily.

Since then, Beiliang has gained a legend.

A general who didn't have a name but shocked everyone.

ten years later.

The Zichuan Empire attacked the capital of Beiliang Kingdom.

A silent figure like an iron tower, wearing a visor, stood on the wall of the imperial capital.

With 30,000 remnants, he vowed to guard the country.

The empress of the Zichuan Empire, the imperial conquest.

"The king of Beiliang has already hanged himself, why are you still defending?" Someone shouted.

That figure remained silent.

All he knew was that the young man who was almost eaten by White Tiger died in the rope that he hanged himself.

But he wants to fight until the last moment.

Empress Zichuan, covering her face with a bead curtain.

She looked at the stubborn figure in front of her, reaching into the void with a sword in her hand.

"After Beiliang Kingdom is broken, no one in this world will be able to hurt us anymore," the Empress murmured in her heart.

Pooh!

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 Kingdom?"

Empress Zichuan took off the general's mask.

A familiar face appeared.

"Why..."

"Little Zhiyuan, you are here, and you really have become very powerful..." The general took out something with trembling hands.

It's a bloody sachet.

For ten years, rest assured.

The general closed his eyes.

Empress Zichuan had disheveled hair on her temples and was heartbroken.

Seal the throat with a sword.

The bodies of the two leaned against each other.

The splashed blood merged together.

The first world ends.

...

The lights are on.

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

She should be the most beautiful woman in this 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, was kicked by the guest and almost killed.

It was Li Yuan who made the move, put her arms around the guest, made him happy, and told him not to worry about it.

The boy lowered his head and gritted his teeth.

In the middle of the night, he didn't know where the courage came from, he found Li Yuan, hugged her and said, I will take you away.

Li Yuan smiled and said, okay, when you become number one in the world, just take me away.

The boy left.

He met an expert and learned art from a teacher.

In three years, he became famous all over the world with a sword.

He came to that hook bar again.

The oiran is gone.

It was said that she died in the home of a certain rich family a month ago.

Before he died, he was still muttering, take her away.

Holding a sword, he bloodbathed that family, three hundred people, without leaving a single life.

With his arms around the oiran's already icy body, he walked towards the sunset step by step.

The second world ended.

There are many more stories.

A scholar who came to Beijing to rush for an exam met Fox Spirit in the middle of the night, a transvestite.

There is a Taoist disciple who fell in love with the witch of the Mozong, 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 vague figure in white clothes descending above the mortal world.

Life after life of Samsara seems to have no end.

The fifth world...

Seventh world...

The twentieth...

Seventy-second...

Ninety-ninth Samsara's evil fate has passed.

until the hundredth century.

He is the eldest son of the world's number one demon extermination family.

The appearance is handsome and extraordinary.

But his personality is indifferent and alienated, as if he has no feelings.

The extermination of demons is even more cruel.

But only a few know.

He is not human.

It is the first demon-eliminating family, a humanoid Taoist soldier handed 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 Taoyuan."

The little peach demon smiled charmingly.

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

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

Taoyuan told him that the outside world is very big, and there are thousands of rivers and mountains that cannot be stepped on.

"If you want, I can accompany you to see it together." Tao Yuan smiled sweetly.

"I am the eldest son of the No. 1 Demon Eliminating Family." He said.

"I'm not afraid, you are a good person." Taoyuan smiled innocently.

He remained expressionless.

But between his brows, there was an ancient talisman slowly manifesting.

Later, the matter of the little peach demon was brought to light.

In the Great Hall, the square of the No. 1 demon-eliminating 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 her body.

And she was still smiling at him.

Just like when we met for the first time, his smile was as bright as a peach blossom.

"I'm not afraid of death, but I'm afraid I won't be able to accompany you to see thousands of rivers and mountains..." Tao Yuan paled and smiled weakly.

He raised the sword in his hand.

hesitated.

cut.

Still not beheaded?

His hands were shaking.

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 sign in?"

He responded subconsciously.

"Ding, congratulations to the host, you have signed in the Sanshi Xianjing, and there will be no living sutra in the future!"

boom!

Accompanied by mechanical sound.

The Amitabha Sutra in the past, the Tathagata Sutra in the present world, and the Sutra of the Future Inanimate Sutra.

Completely merged into the Immortal Sutra of Cultivating the Primordial Spirit, the Immortal Sutra of the Third Age!

At this moment, his mind was instantly clear.

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

It was half of the Emperor Chaos Talisman, protecting his primordial spirit.

"Hehe, the Eternal Samsara test is worthy of the hell."

With cold eyes, he looked at the weak and pitiful Taoyuan who had collapsed on the ground.

"Lingyuan, I'm afraid you haven't woken up yet, it seems that this son of God is the first step."

With one strike of his sword, he beheaded the little peach demon!

(end of this chapter)