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Chapter 483 Triple Life
You were abandoned at birth, and the cold wind at night froze you.

Fortunately, the sun rose soon, and the warm sunlight woke you up. You burst into tears, attracting passing bandits. Some suggested ignoring you, while others suggested killing you.

Warm blood splashed on your face. It turned out that the bandit who proposed to kill you was hacked to death by his boss, and you were taken to the mountain stronghold by the boss.

When you were ten years old, the world was in chaos and your adoptive father decided to start an army. During the wars, you were forced to take up arms to protect yourself. Although your adoptive father told you that it was most satisfying to chop people with a sword, you finally chose the sword because you felt that chopping people with a sword was too bloody.

When you were fifteen years old, you successfully captured Kyoto and captured the foolish and licentious emperor and many royal family members and civil servants.

The day before the coronation ceremony, a god riding on clouds and mist suddenly appeared in the sky. He was the emperor's ancestor.

Your adoptive father and countless rebels were killed by a palm strike from a god. You escaped because you were too playful to go out of the capital to fish. When you came back and saw the rotten flesh and blood on the ground, you fainted.

After waking up, you are escorted out of the capital by the rebel army. They tell you that the emperor has regained the throne with the support of the gods and is now hunting you down.

You and the rebels fled here and there, but soon dispersed. After being alone, you began to look for the footprints of immortals. Maybe you really have a destiny to be immortals. You picked up a corpse in the mountains. He had the secret of cultivation on him, and you began to practice.

Three months later, you have become a cultivator at the second level of Qi training.

A year later, you have mastered your Qi training and decide not to wait any longer.

You were stopped by an old man, who was also a cultivator, but had been living in seclusion in the city for the past ten years. He had seen you on the day you entered the city and knew that you were also a cultivator, but he did not expect that you would cultivate so quickly and achieve perfection in Qi training in just one year. He wanted to take you in as his apprentice. You refused him, but after walking less than ten miles out of the city, you got lost, and you couldn't help but think of the old man.

Three days later, the old man showed up and said that he had just casually set up a formation, and such a method was not uncommon among cultivators. You immediately kowtowed and became his disciple, and the old man was very happy.

After following your master to practice, you learned a lot of common sense and guessed that the immortal that came flying on the clouds that day was at least in the Golden Core Realm. You decided to continue to lie dormant and practice seriously. You are very talented in formations. In a few years, you have learned hundreds of formations and mastered their essence. Your master took you into the world of immortal cultivation.

You are not keen on new things in the world of immortal cultivation, because you always remember that your goal is revenge. You have witnessed many fights in the world of immortal cultivation, and killed many people with your own hands. One day, while being hunted, all your supplies were consumed. In a flash of inspiration, you learned to use swords to set up formations and kill the enemies. A few years later, you intercepted thousands of immortal cultivators with sword formations in a treasure hunt and got the treasure alone, which made you the most famous.

Ten years later, you break through the Jindan realm and are determined to go back for revenge. But you are trapped by your master again, and he tells you that if you can leave this formation that he has set up with his lifelong experience in formation, you can go out and do what you want. You start to break the formation, but the strength of this formation seems to exceed your imagination.

Three years later, you set up a sword formation and used a clever method to tear open a corner in the larger formation. You can't forget the way your master looked at you, it was as if he was looking at a god.

You returned to the capital city of that year, waved your hand and set up a sword formation that covered the entire city, killing the emperor and his relatives. You alarmed the Jindan realm cultivator from that year, and you waited for him there. When he came, you strangled him to pieces with the sword formation, and you returned to the world of immortal cultivation.

As the youngest immortal cultivator of the contemporary era, you have been targeted by countless sects and independent cultivators, but you have always been able to turn defeat into victory or escape with the help of sword formations.

A hundred years later, you became a Mahayana cultivator, but you crossed levels and set up an immortal sword formation, killing all the thirteen Mahayana cultivators who besieged you, and destroyed their sects. After handing over the inheritance of these sects to your master, you ascended.

Your cultivation in the Immortal Realm was as fast as ever, and the Immortal Realm formations were no problem for you. Soon, you made a name for yourself with your sword formations and were called as a son-in-law by an Immortal Emperor. After you got married, you collected countless formations and created countless sword formations, but gradually you began to be dissatisfied with your sword formations. But you didn't know that with the sword formations you created, the power of the Immortal Emperor became even stronger, and countless immortals were eager to obtain your sword formation inheritance.

After many years, you were awakened from your enlightenment. It turned out that there was an invasion of demons. In order to protect the fairyland, you came out of retreat and set up sword formations to block the demons. You became the savior of the fairyland.

Your sword formation was broken, demons poured in, and the fairy world was destroyed. It turned out that your father-in-law, the fairy emperor, was unwilling to accept that his life span was coming to an end, and the demons could help him prolong his life, so he betrayed the fairy world and disrupted your sword formation. You were ambushed by your father-in-law, the fairy emperor, and when you were dying, you used up all your blood and magic power to set up the strongest sword formation in your life, killing your father-in-law and all the demons in the fairy world.

you are dead.

You see a boundless river of countless long swords. You invest all your life's earnings into it, and you are favored by the long river of swordsmanship. Perhaps in the future, your reincarnation will return to the swordsmanship path in a certain world, continuing your unfinished glory.
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You were born into a family of immortal cultivators and are the son of the head of the family.

You have lived up to the expectations of all your family members. After practicing, you have become the strongest young generation in the local area. No one of your peers can block your sword, but you never kill anyone. You are called the "Gentleman Sword".

When you were twenty years old, a powerful enemy came and your family suffered a disaster. You were sent to the family's most secret teleportation array. You wanted to die in battle with your family members, but countless people told you to stay alive, and you shed tears of blood.

You are sent to an unknown forest. You have been traveling for a month without leaving the forest and have not seen any human traces. There seem to be countless monsters here, and your popularity seems to particularly attract them. You are often attacked by monsters.

In the first year, you’re fighting.

The next year, you are fighting.

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In the tenth year, you are still fighting.

Your cultivation level keeps improving, but there are always monsters in the forest that are at the same level as you or even higher than you. You are very tired, but you know you can't stop, otherwise you will die.

The constant fighting has filled you with murderous aura. Even the hair on your body and the spiritual energy in your body have begun to turn blood red. You think this is a good thing because you feel that you are much stronger than your normal self. Only a stronger self can give you a better chance of revenge!

In the sixteenth year, your hair and spiritual energy turned blood red. You realized something from countless battles, and you began to hunt down monsters.

In the 30th year, you successfully created the Killing Sword, a sword technique that can continuously accumulate killing intent and absorb killing energy. The heavier the killing intent and killing energy, the stronger the power. The sword that has been with you in battle for 30 years has also undergone a transformation this year. It has begun to absorb blood, and you even feel that it wants to talk to you sometimes.

In the thirty-seventh year, you finally saw a living person, but he was frightened to death by your murderous aura the moment you met him. You thought you should feel guilty, but in fact, you didn't feel any emotion in your heart. You traced his footsteps and finally walked out of the forest.

After a year of investigation, you found your enemy, and without hesitation, you went straight to kill him. As you expected, no one could stop you, and even with just one release of your murderous intent, two-thirds of the enemy family occupying the entire city died. You felt extremely happy, and the blood-red murderous aura around you also became excited.

You slaughtered the entire city, you absorbed all the murderous aura and murderous intent, your sword sucked up all the blood, you stayed in the dead city in seclusion, and it seemed like you realized something.

When you woke up, you saw a woman in red with unparalleled beauty, and your heart filled with murderous intent seemed to come back to life.

The woman in red said she was your sword. You were very happy when you knew that. You decided to become her Taoist partner. She cried with joy and snuggled in your arms, accusing you of ignoring her before.

The massacre of the city was discovered and you were called the "Sword Demon".

Countless decent people started to hunt you down, but they couldn't stop your killing sword. The repeated hunting made you stronger and stronger, and you became more and more angry at their behavior of ignoring your explanation and only wanting to kill you.

Your sword was cut by a magical sword from the leading sect of the righteous way, and you are very angry.

The evil sect recruited you and you joined without hesitation. After killing some of the old and experienced evil sect members, you were elected as the Demon Lord and led the evil sect to fight against the righteous sect.

You chopped off the head of the leader of the largest righteous sect and crushed it, and at the same time turned the magic sword into nutrients for your magic sword to absorb. You felt that your Taoist partner became more beautiful, and spent a sleepless night.

After ascending to the throne of number one in the world, you began to practice with peace of mind.

In order to fight against the strong murderous aura that has accumulated before, you have to go into seclusion.

You opened your eyes and found corpses piled up at your feet. It turned out that you were controlled by murderous aura and killed countless people from the evil world. You single-handedly caused both the good and the evil to wither.

You resolutely threw yourself into the sea and sat on the bottom of the sea, fighting against the murderous intent with all your heart, and your Taoist partner was always with you.

You killed many more people and ran further.

You still killed many people because you couldn't accept yourself being out of control.

On this day, your Taoist partner told you that she wanted to help you, and you were puzzled. It turned out that she was the living being transformed by your murderous aura, and as long as she was alive, it would be difficult for you to control your murderous aura.

You disagree.

She died and her sword was broken.

You want to go with her, but you don't want her death to be meaningless.

I don’t know how many years have passed, but your red hair has gradually turned white.

You watch flowers and plants grow and wither, and live, grow old, get sick and die. Your body also ages or becomes like a child.

This year, with every step you take, your body grows a little older, until you decay and fall down, and then a baby walks out of your body.

You can finally perfectly control any killing intent and use it as you wish, because you have completely transcended the killing intent.

But you feel that life is meaningless.

you are dead.

You see a boundless river of countless long swords. You invest all your life's earnings into it, and you are favored by the long river of swordsmanship. Perhaps in the future, your reincarnation will return to the swordsmanship path in a certain world, continuing your unfinished glory.
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You are a slave.

But you couldn't stand this kind of life since you were a child and have been planning to escape.

At the age of twelve, you tried to escape for the first time. But you failed and were beaten half to death.

Lying on the haystack, you realize that running away is not an option, and you become submissive.

At the age of sixteen, your master gave you to a woman and you were used as a cauldron, but you also learned the way of cultivation.

You tentatively asked the other party if you could practice, and the woman smiled and taught you a set of exercises.

You developed true energy, but it was sucked clean out that night.

After repeating this for several days, you can't stand it anymore.

One night, at your peak moment, you cut her throat with a sharp porcelain piece, but she didn't die and chased you, shouting that she wanted to kill you.

You struggled to break out of the yard and happened to run into the sedan chair of a high-ranking official. The woman chased out and was killed on the spot by the official's guards. You burst into tears and shouted that you were finally saved.

You were sent back to your original owner.

You practice in secret, not daring to let anyone find out.

On this day, the rebel army attacked the city. You felt that your opportunity had come, so you suddenly jumped up and killed all the members of your family who had whipped you countless times, then escaped and joined the rebel army.

You were valued by the leader of the rebel army, and he married his daughter to you. You began to lead troops in battle and quickly distinguished yourself. Your wife taught you the family sword skills, and you learned quickly, and soon became one of the most skilled swordsmen in the rebel army.

The leader of the rebel army died in battle, and his son wanted to take your military power, but you had anticipated this and acted faster. You killed him with the sword energy you had just cultivated, and put the blame on the court. You successfully took over his military power and became the sole leader of the entire rebel army.

When all the generals under your command kneel on one knee in front of you, you suddenly feel like there is something extra in your body.

You find that after conquering a city or territory, there will be more and more wonderful things in your body, and after failure and retreat, there will be corresponding decreases.

Three years later, you led your army to fight desperately and finally won a crucial victory. When you raised your sword in front of all the soldiers, the miraculous thing in your body turned into a golden dragon that sprang out of your sword, forming a sword energy that cut through the white clouds. You were stunned, and so were your men, but this was obviously a good thing.

A year later, you ascended the throne and became emperor, and you also knew that the wonderful thing in your body is called luck.

You are not satisfied with your current territory and continue to conquer foreign countries. Your luck grows stronger with every victory, and the sword energy you can release becomes stronger and stronger.

But you seem to have overlooked that the number of your people is decreasing. You are only immersed in luck and swordsmanship, constantly urging the front line to start fighting. You feel that you seem to have touched the mystery of luck, which can allow your swordsmanship to successfully break through the shackles of predecessors and even make you a legendary immortal!

You find that your luck is running out, and you walk out of the palace angrily, ready to execute the general who has fought poorly. Then you realize that the world is in dire straits.

After a difficult ideological struggle, you decide to stop fighting and recuperate.

As you manage your country, the world will gradually recover, and the recovery will be faster and faster.

You discover that your luck at this time is increasing much faster than the previous big increase, and you begin to govern the world seriously.

Every century, a grand event is coming.

You are already very old and your life is coming to an end.

I don't know since when, you have forgotten to study the matter of transforming qi into sword, because you feel that looking at the happy smiles of the people makes you feel more satisfied than when you wield the true dragon sword.

Of course, even so, you are still the best master in the world, because no one in the world has better luck than you.

you are dead.

You see a boundless river of countless long swords. You invest all your life's earnings into it, and you are favored by the long river of swordsmanship. Perhaps in the future, your reincarnation will return to the swordsmanship path in a certain world, continuing your unfinished glory.
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heaven.

Hong Chen finished a whole gourd of golden pills, went through three lives, and completed transformations again and again.

A golden light suddenly appeared within the true spirit, and then spread rapidly.

Three flowers appeared above Hong Chen’s head.

But at this moment, a slender hand suddenly appeared and pressed the diffuse golden light back.

The three golden flowers then disappeared.

Many years later, the surrounding sword formations, killing swords, qi swords and other laws were suddenly swallowed up by Hong Chen's blazing sword laws in an instant.

Not long after.

The blazing white sword light that had been suppressed for nearly two hundred years was suddenly released, penetrating through the thirty-three heavens.

(End of this chapter)