Chapter 1602： After nine generations

Pain, weakness.

Ling Xiao had not experienced this feeling for a long time.

Since he has traveled to this point, he has possessed an identity, background, and talent above ten thousand people.

In his eyes, this world is like a game copy, full of levels and NPCs.

Everything is illusory, like the different worlds he once wrote.

Therefore, he is unscrupulous and has no worries, because in the end, all the plots will come to reality.

But at this time, this sense of helplessness made him feel a trace of belonging for the first time.

Ling Xiao turned around and looked at the pale girl with a trembling body, frowning tightly.

He could feel the trace of dependence in the girl's eyes looking at him.

It was as if, in her world, he was the whole of life.

Originally, Ling Xiao planned to end this illusion as soon as possible, but at this moment, he suddenly hesitated.

This is a test. If you give up easily, maybe the inheritance of the emperor will miss him.

even!

If he is not careful, he may fall into this kind of reincarnation, and it will be difficult to break free.

For the next few years, Ling Xiao has been living with the girl, and also learned that their parents died early, and they have been living on the streets since they were very young.

Her name is Little Sweet Potato, the name Ling Xiao gave her.

During this period, Ling Xiao also tried to use the practice methods and alchemy techniques in his memory to change his fate, but it didn't work at all.

It was as if fate had already been fixed.

And he can only go on according to the established path.

Until one day, Ling Xiao returned to the ruined temple where the two brothers and sisters temporarily lived outside the city, but saw some bloodstains on the ground, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

The little sweet potato is missing.

With Ling Xiao's temperament, there shouldn't be a trace of guilt towards this unrelated girl.

But at this moment, his inner emotions were out of his control at all.

Ling Xiao understood that the pain he felt was what this character should have felt.

And he, bound by the divine power of the Emperor, was forced to accept this emotion.

He searched frantically, and finally saw that familiar figure in the city's slave market.

Suddenly, Ling Xiao discovered that the little sweet potato had grown up and was no longer the sallow, scrawny little girl before.

Instead, he is generous, and although he is not the most beautiful in the world, he is also beautiful and lovely.

Ling Xiao walked to the cage and suddenly grinned.

"elder brother."

"I'll take you back."

Ling Xiao threw his fists desperately and smashed the shackles on the cage, which soon attracted many angry eyes.

"Where did the little beggar come from! Courting death!"

Soon, many evil slaves with sharp weapons surrounded him and beat him wantonly.

At this time, Ling Xiao could no longer feel the pain, only endless... unwillingness.

In the end, his eyes were fixed on the helpless and frightened tearful eyes of the girl, and his first life had come to an end.

In the second life, Ling Xiao became a swordsman.

Walking with him was a lame young man with a peach wood sword on his back.

At this time, he seemed to have forgotten all the previous experiences, and all he was thinking about was a dream of dominating the arena.

It's just that this river and lake is like a Vanity Fair, and martial artists with no background like them can't make a name for themselves.

In a turbulent year, the two traveled to many places, saw many decent and filthy faces, and finally separated on a barren mountain.

The two of them each held a pot of sake and drank to the moon, chatting about various anecdotes during the year.

But, either the alcohol is too strong, or the drowsiness is heavy.

Before they knew it, the two fell asleep.

Since then, there have been two less swordsmen in this arena, a lame teacher, and a mediocre hunter.

It's been ten years since the two saw each other again. They looked at each other for a while and smiled at each other. They were ordinary like grains of sand.

In the third generation, Ling Xiao lived in a temple and held a high position.

It's just that he has an honest character and has offended many dignitaries.

The emperor, who originally trusted him, gradually showed annoyance, and by chance, he complained after drinking and was sued by someone to the front of the palace.

The hard work of the past is gone.

Ling Xiao looked up at the blue sky on the field, shook his head and smiled bitterly, I reflect the bright moon with my loyalty, but the bright moon illuminates the ditch.

For nine consecutive lives, Ling Xiao has seen the great evils, great illnesses and sufferings in this world.

Also experienced the deepest family, friendship, love, unforgettable.

But, in any case, he has always maintained a clear and lucid, not caught in this causal reincarnation.

In the end, his soul consciousness jumped out of the shackles and came to an ancient battlefield.

I saw there, countless tall and strange creatures, slaughtering the human race at will.

Blood is everywhere, and the corpses form mountains, like a purgatory on earth.

And above the sky, there are still ancient and majestic battleships descending.

Extinct!

At the critical moment, a middle-aged man suddenly appeared in the barren mountains, dressed in white, with a handsome appearance.

He raised his head to look at the sky, his blood and energy were like raging waves, running incessantly.

Then, he stepped forward, facing the countless immortals that descended.

In an instant, the sky was stained with blood, ten thousand Taos were wiped out, and the world seemed to be reopened.

Only the figure in white, sealed the sky with blood, achieved the uniqueness of the ancient times.

"See, this is the human world."

Just when Ling Xiao's eyes were swaying, a low and gentle voice suddenly came from beside him.

"Suffering everywhere, unwilling everywhere."

"Yes, this is the world."

Ling Xiao nodded lightly and turned to look at the middle-aged man in white beside him.

From the very beginning, he knew that this trial was not a test of his talent, but his state of mind.

Seeing suffering, I know that I am unwilling.

Experience despair, understand despair, and... break free from despair.

In this way, we will understand what is... the human world.

"You are very good. I am very pleased that the Xuanyuan family can have a younger generation like you, but... the devilish nature in you is destined to be impossible for you to become my inheritor, go back."

When the words fell, the Emperor Xuanyuan turned around and wanted to leave.

"How do you know, senior, what have I experienced?"

Ling Xiao smiled, as expected of the Holy Emperor of the human race, even if he was carrying a treasure and carefully concealed the true body of the demon, he was still aware of the clues.

However, today's Human Sovereign only exists in the hearts of all spirits by the power of faith, not the powerhouse that sealed the sky in ancient times.

Therefore, to Ling Xiao, he is not actually a threat.

"I'm not interested in what you've experienced, but...you can't protect the people like this."

"If you can't even protect yourself, how can you talk about the common people? Seniors know that today's human race has long been reduced to immortal clan lackeys, losing their dignity and blood and bones. Could it be that the successor that the seniors are looking for is just a cowardly, no murderous one? puppet?"

Ling Xiao shook his head and smiled, his eyes bright.

And the footsteps of Emperor Xuanyuan finally stopped in place, and turned to look at the young man in front of him.

"What do you want to say?"

"Senior seals the heavens, and the merits have reached the ancient sage, but today's Xuanyuan family has been exiled into the wilderness. All beings respect immortals, but immortals regard all beings as ants. Is this what the seniors want... the general trend of the human race?"