[Quick Transmigration] Struggle History of a Winner in Life

"Master, die with me!" Demon Lord Seven Kills hugged Chen Haoyi, smiled charmingly, and said abruptly.He had to die, and the Seven Killers knew this very well.Neither his master nor other immortals will let him go.However, he was not reconciled.It's time for this palace, which has been arranged for thousands of years, to be put to use.

Chen Haoyi reacted immediately, with layers of gauze covering his body, ready to leave.However, it was too late.

With a bang, the entire palace turned into powder, and the wind blew and disappeared into the sky.

"Ahem..." Chen Haoyi was lying in a huge pit in tatters, with bruises showing on Ruyu's skin.He covered his mouth, milky white thick liquid overflowed from between his fingers, dripped on the ground, and turned into pearl-like round beads.It was his blood, the blood of the Xian family had always been like this.

There was a sound of breaking through the air, and Chen Haoyi looked up, and saw people in the magic way approaching here.

Those people had obviously noticed something was wrong, sensing the sudden passing of the Seven Killing Demon Lord, and then thinking of the scene in front of them, who could not know what happened.

"Kill him and avenge the Demon Lord."

As soon as the words fell, a wooden sword flew from the sky, carrying Chen Haoyi, who was handicapped, away.

The others couldn't catch up, and stayed in place bitterly, watching the wooden sword disappear into their sensing space in the blink of an eye.

Chen Haoyi lay prone on the wooden sword, coughing violently, and his body trembled slightly.He recognized what it was, and it was the magic weapon that he left in the mortal world thousands of years ago to blend with his body and spirit, the soul and soul - the thunderbolt gloomy wooden sword.If he did not admit his mistake, isn't this magic weapon that has accompanied him for hundreds of years on Zhao Qingzhu's back?

Spitting out another mouthful of blood, Chen Haoyi was dizzy and fainted on the wooden sword.

Thunderbolt's gloomy wooden sword sensed the danger of its master, and automatically protected the master, carried Chen Haoyi away, and flew in one direction.

The moment Chen Haoyi fell into a coma, in the northern fairyland of the fairyland, Chen Haoyi, who was wearing a crown, opened his eyes.He frowned slightly, and after a while, he stretched his brows and closed his eyes again.

A seven or eight-year-old boy suddenly appeared next to Chen Haoyi, dressed in black and looking very cute.As soon as he turned around, he left the fairyland and came to the world.Surprisingly, this boy is exactly what Chen Haoyi looked like when he was a child.

In the lower realm of the fairy family, both reincarnation and real body are fine.And the separation of the incarnation is also the category of the lower realm of the real body.And the emperor who once participated in the Pantao Festival, the noble son in white clothes, and this little boy are all the incarnations of Chen Haoyi.

Many fairy families don't know that the main body of the ruler of the fairyland cannot leave the fairyland.Otherwise, other fairy families will not be able to freely enter and leave the fairyland.Generally speaking, the fairyland dominates travel, and it is always the best.The main body is hidden in the fairyland, silently retreating.

Moreover, once the master of the fairyland falls, the fairyland will disappear, and everything will return to chaos, leaving nothing behind.

Zhao Qingzhu was teaching Hua Chen how to learn swordsmanship when he saw a wooden sword rushing out of the sword box behind him and disappearing into the sky.

It was his magic weapon, and it disappeared for no reason, making him frown.

But after a while, the wooden sword flew back with a figure wrapped around it, and returned to the sword box.

Zhao Qingzhu was very surprised when he saw the figure in white lying on the couch.

"Father," Hua Chen exclaimed, hurried forward, took out the elixir, and fed it with a panicked expression. "That's impossible. How could the Seven Killers hurt my father? My father is an emperor."

"No matter who it is, in the mortal world, you can only use the means at the end of the world's laws. It is reasonable for the emperor to be injured." Zhao Qingzhu touched Hua Shen's head and comforted, "You don't have to worry, although the emperor is seriously injured, But it's not impossible to treat. As long as you take good care of yourself, you can recover."

With a depressed face, Hua Shen nodded slightly sadly.Although she was somewhat dissatisfied with her father and often complained, she didn't want anything to happen to her father.Although her father didn't do his duty well, he didn't let her experience the precious family affection.But, to be honest, her father was kind to her.Every year, the gifted treasures sent to Yaochi from the Northern Immortal Territory make countless immortal families jealous.

When Hua Shen was sad, a boy walked in.

Hua Chen suddenly raised his head, looked at the boy in surprise, and bowed respectfully. "Father, it's great that you're fine." Under her induction, it was undoubtedly her father.

The seven or eight-year-old boy nodded like an adult, and walked straight forward. The picture looked a little strange and ridiculous.

However, neither of the two people present laughed.Because, they clearly know what kind of soul lives in this child's body.

Xiao Haoyi came to the side of Chen Haoyi, who was fluttering in white, and snuggled together.

The injury of Chen Haoyi, who was fluttering in white, gradually improved, and then turned into a ray of light, blending into Xiao Haoyi's body.

Xiao Haoyi glanced at Zhao Qingzhu, suddenly, he found that he didn't love him anymore, and he didn't have that feeling of heartbeat.He felt that the shelf life of his love was really short, and it disappeared in less than a year.

Passing over Zhao Qingzhu, Xiao Haoyi set his eyes on Hua Chen, and whispered a few words.

Hua Chen's lips twitched a few times, and carefully asked a few questions.Seeing that Xiao Haoyi didn't hide anything and gave her the answers carefully, he became more courageous, and unscrupulously asked questions about his practice.

Holding Xiao Haoyi's arm with a smile and acting like a baby, Hua Chen felt that she had found a way to cultivate the relationship between father and daughter.

Just when Xiao Haoyi was about to leave, Zhao Qingzhu asked while holding the black sword case decorated with silver ornaments. "Dare to ask the emperor, what does this thing have to do with you?"

Xiao Haoyi sighed, took the sword box, and stroked it gently. "This is the magic weapon of this seat, and it is also the inheritance left by this seat in the world. You can get this thing because of fate. Take it! When you ascend to the fairyland in the future, leave this thing to your disciples, generation after generation passed on."

Back then, Chen Haoyi left the sword box not only because he wanted to leave behind the inheritance and set up a dark chess game, but also because his mission needed to be done in order to complete it.

Sword repair, generally refers to the person who repairs the sword.And why is sword cultivation not a kind of cultivation of human character?Just like a sword, straight like a sword, unyielding like a sword, sharp like a sword.

Main task: step through the void and ascend to immortality.

Task requirements: To be a qualified sword repair...

Just ask, how can a qualified swordsman not leave a legacy?

Watching Zhao Qingzhu worship him three times and nine times after being shocked.Xiao Haoyi nodded calmly, left the world, and returned to the fairyland.