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Chapter 564 Finale (11)

In the fourth world, he was the son of an Orion in a remote village, and his mother died of excessive blood loss in order to give birth to him.

When he was less than one year old, his father went hunting in the mountains and was killed by a pack of wolves.

A well-meaning neighbor took care of him until he was four years old, and when he had a child of his own, he left him alone.

He was fooled into the deep mountains by the brats in the village, and couldn't find his way back home.

When he met a wild wolf, a little white tiger rushed to protect him.

The white tiger is very thin and small. After escaping from the danger, he lived with the white tiger which was still a cub.

There are dangers everywhere in the deep mountains, but he was lucky enough to grow up safely.

The white tiger has also grown into a big tiger. He loves stroking the white tiger's head and feeding it meat.

The white tiger can't speak, and he doesn't like to talk, but his tacit understanding with it when hunting is unmatched.

When he was 15 years old, someone came across the white tiger by chance and wanted its beautiful fur.

That person was of extraordinary status and brought a bunch of guards, so the mountain was no longer safe.

Outnumbered, the white tiger was finally captured. He tried to save it, but was shot outside the cage.

The white tiger went berserk, roared to the sky, and burst into tears. The extraordinarily beautiful fur also lost its luster in an instant, and it lost the desire to be hunted.

It turned out that it was the young man's meticulous care every day that made the white tiger a rare treasure.

In the fifth life, he was an abandoned baby abandoned by his parents, and was picked up by an old Taoist.

At the age of 16, Lao Dao died of old age. He inherited the skills of Lao Dao and started to go down the mountain to catch monsters.

He has been walking alone until one day, when he killed a harmful jackal and was seriously injured while he was adjusting his breath under the peach tree.

A peach blossom in full bloom slowly fell on top of his head.

He was about to brush it away, but he heard Taohua's clear voice in his heart, "Don't kill me."

The little Taoist wondered, could this peach blossom be a demon?
But this peach tree has no intelligence, so how can a small peach blossom become a demon?
He put Peach Blossom in his palm, and heard her say in a girlish voice that he was so handsome when he killed the jackal.

Peach Blossom has no demonic aura, let alone harm anyone. She said that perhaps she was lucky enough to have the dregs of elixir dropped from the sky for her to eat, so she became wise.

He took this strange peach blossom to continue his days of catching demons.

Taohua is curious about everything and talks a lot.

The little Taoist gradually got used to traveling with her.

When exorcising the demon, the little Taoist put the peach blossoms in the skirt of his clothes, close to his heart.

In his spare time, the little Taoist priest would hold the peach blossom in his palm, and listen to her chattering with a smile on his usually cold eyes.

Along the way, they also witnessed many stories.

Gradually, the little Taoist realized that he seemed inseparable from peach blossoms.

But Peach Blossom has spiritual intelligence and can speak, but she can't practice and can't transform into form.

After a long time, the peach blossoms began to wither slowly...

Peach Blossom is optimistic, she feels that it is not easy for a peach blossom to give birth to spiritual wisdom, and the experience along the way is enough, but she is a bit reluctant to part with the little Taoist priest.

Taohua's waking time became shorter and shorter, and her voice began to weaken...

The little Taoist was frightened, and in order to keep Taohua alive and even transformed into a form, he began to practice evil ways.

The little Taoist became more and more powerful, and when people discovered that he was cultivating evil ways, decent Taoists began to encircle and suppress him.

When he died, that peach blossom finally turned into a beautiful woman, crying and hugging him tightly...

The little Taoist closed his eyes contentedly.

But he didn't see that in the next moment, the woman turned back into a peach blossom again, fell on his chest, and withered instantly.

In the sixth life, he is amazingly talented, a peerless swordsman, and he is the proud son of heaven.

But he didn't want to be betrayed by the master, the golden core was taken away, the meridians were destroyed, and a generation of Tianjiao was completely reduced to a useless person.

He was thrown into the dark abyss to fend for himself, and when he was dying, someone fed him water and healed his wounds at night.

He looked in amazement, and found that it was the sword that he never left, and it was the only thing that was not deprived by his master.

Because this sword is not a fairy thing, it is even very common. He picked it up when he was practicing in the world. At that time, its old owner had died for a long time. Scrap iron.

He picked up the sword.

He felt that it should not be buried in dust.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he got it in his hand, it returned to its former sharpness.

He knew that his sword had spirit, but he didn't expect it to transform into form.

Sword Spirit is a woman with peach blossom eyes, but she can't speak, and she can only transform at night.

Sword Spirit likes to laugh, and also likes to listen to him talk, when he can't control the hatred and hostility in his heart, he will hug him to comfort him.

He lost his golden elixir, and his meridians for cultivating immortals were also destroyed, so he could only start cultivating demons.

The abyss is dark, but with the company of the sword spirit, his heart will not fall into the devil.

When he was successful in cultivation, he returned to the master's gate with the sword spirit, and killed all those hypocrites who were sanctimonious.

The news that the sword cultivator Tianjiao fell into the devil and killed his mentor spread instantly.

He was tired of the fearful and hateful eyes they looked at him, and even more tired of the endless struggle.

He thought about taking Sword Spirit to find a place where no one was there to live in seclusion.

But they didn't want the news that his sword had a spirit to spread like wildfire. They wanted to snatch his sword spirit under the banner of killing the devil.

Some even brought in a well-known craftsman, and those who couldn't beat him started with the sword spirit.

The sword spirit would not be injured, but when the unusual water for refining was splashed on her, her body began to melt...

They were so audacious that they wanted to train her again!

Looking at the slowly melting body of the sword spirit, he was about to go mad, killing everyone present without knowing the pain.

He knelt down with all his strength, and the sword spirit's half-melted hand touched his face, with tears in his eyes, he uttered the first and last sentence of his life.

"almost."

Jianxiu's eyes were red, and strong unwillingness welled up in his heart, holding the half-melted sword spirit and dying.

Last life.

This is an era of peace and technological development.

Because he was born with a large birthmark on his face, ugly and scary, he was rejected by his family and bullied by children of the same age.

In the old alley, squatting a small figure, almost blending into the night.

He was kicked out of the house hungry on the grounds that he couldn't eat just by looking at it.

In the cold winter, he wore a thin jacket, and his trousers were all single-layered.

Hearing the laughter of the neighbors, his eyes became darker and darker...

"Hey, are you alone too?" The girl's voice was crisp.

There was movement from the side, the girl's red boots were in stark contrast to his old shoes, and he shrank unconsciously.

He looked over blankly, the girl was squatting beside him, smiling at him, her cheeks were flushed, because of the cold weather, even the tip of her nose was red, she was very cute.

Seeing the ugly birthmark on his face, she didn't feel disgusted at all.

He hummed in a low voice, "I was kicked out by my family."

"I came out by myself..."

The girl's voice was extraordinarily warm this night. He no longer paid attention to the laughter of other people's houses, and listened patiently to the girl's words.

The girl seems to have her own troubles, "My uncle and aunt think I'm a burden. I know they have to take care of my cousins ​​and go to work, but they took the compensation for the death of my parents. Although I don't know how much it is money, but it will definitely be no problem to support me until I reach adulthood..."

(End of this chapter)