Thirty years ago.

The world is slaying demons.

The mad sword Ye Donglai led eighteen swordsmen to rush into the Demon Heaven Palace, and personally cut off the head of the Demon Sect Master, which shocked the Qilin Empire and made the Ye family famous in a battle.

Clinker, at the celebration banquet, Ye Donglai went crazy after drinking, seriously injured the prince, and the generation of sword maniacs who should have been successful has since been expelled from the imperial capital, lived in seclusion in Baiyun Town, and established a small sect called Tibetan Sword Villa to barely survive.

On the day when the mountain villa opened its sect, it was the seventh day of the third month.

Ye Donglai, the owner of the village, set this day as the sword sacrifice day, and a sword sacrifice meeting will be held in the villa on this day every year.

This year is no exception.

After 20 years of development and expansion, there are nearly 1,000 disciples and more than 100 worshippers.

Thousands of people rejoiced, and the whole villa was festive.

In the northeast corner of the villa is an exquisite mansion named Zizhuxuan. This is the residential area of the Ye family.

A little out of step with the bustle and festivities of the villa, one of the small courtyards was deserted, there were no slaves, no servants were seen, and the only room with a half-closed door could faintly hear the sound of a woman crying.

Inside the house.

A little maid in a blue dress was sitting on the edge of the bed with her sleeves covering her face, crying hoarsely.

On the bed, a pale-faced young man with his eyes closed was lying motionless, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

"Young master, wake up quickly......"

The little girl looks like she is twelve or thirteen years old, with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, although she is wearing the most ordinary and cheap lower dress, it is difficult to hide the graceful posture that first appears, it is foreseeable that in a year or two, the beauty list of the villa should be changed again.

The maid's name is Xiaoman, and she has been guarding the bedside for three days.

The young man on the bed is called Ye Haotian, the grandson of the owner Ye Donglai.

Three days ago, Ye Haotian was carried back to the small courtyard and has been unconscious.

Lang Zhong of the villa said that he was too seriously injured, and if he couldn't wake up today, only the Huanyang Dan of Zangzhen Building could save his life.

No, Ye Haotian's mother-in-law, Luo Linzhu, went to the front yard to ask for medicine in the second room of the Danlou as soon as it was dawn, and has not returned yet.

Thinking about the suppression and white eyes of the second room of the big house to the third room in the past two years, although Xiaoman is a maid, he also understands that the chance of success in this medicine is really slim, and if he doesn't get the medicine, he will be humiliated, and he can't help crying even more sadly.

At this moment, Xiao Man suddenly felt the palm in his hand move.

"Young Master?"

Xiao Man's eyes widened excitedly, "Are you awake?"

Ye Haotian opened his eyes, and before he could see the scene in front of him, there was a sharp pain in his brain, and countless chaotic and disorderly pictures staggered and tumbled in the depths of his mind, and finally merged together, frozen in the depths of his memory.

"Sword Sacrifice Meeting...... Xiao Man...... Tibetan Sword Villa...... I was reborn three hundred years ago?!"

After a long time, Ye Haotian straightened out the information and memory in his mind, looked at the little maid in front of him, and couldn't calm down for a long time.

Ye Haotian.

The Firmament Continent, the peerless genius of the Qilin Empire.

The youngest sword god powerhouse in eight hundred years.

Because he accidentally got a drop of heavenly blood, he was besieged and chased by strong men from major forces, and finally the sword was destroyed and killed, and the entire family was also slaughtered tragically, and no one survived.

Unexpectedly, after his soul was broken, he was actually reborn back to three hundred years ago, back to the former Tibetan Sword Villa, which made the former sword god feel a dream-like unreality.

"Young master, young master......"

Xiaoman's shouting pulled Ye Haotian's thoughts back to reality.

"Xiaoman?"

"It's me, it's me, I'm Xiaoman, young master, you're finally awake!"

Xiao Man saw that the young master, who had been in a coma for three days and three nights, finally recognized himself, and tears of joy flowed down like broken beads. Ye Haotian looked at the crying pear blossom with the rain Xiaoman, and then remembered the scene that happened three days ago.

Three days ago.

When he saw Zhou Guanghai of the Golden Daomen bullying men and women on the street, he couldn't help but come forward and say a few fair words, but Zhou Guanghai not only didn't give face, but also beat him to a serious injury, and now it seems that he has obviously been beaten to death.

Speaking of Ye Haotian, that is the genius of Baiyun Town.

Known as the demonic boy of the generation of the Tibetan Sword Villa, who is most likely to break through the condensing qi realm and step into the qi transformation realm before the age of fifteen.

But on a rainy night two years ago, he was unfortunately hit by a strange black lightning bolt while practicing swords by the lake, and his cultivation plummeted, falling from the ninth level of the condensation realm to the first level of the condensation realm, and since then he has become a waste in the eyes of the clansmen.

From that day on, Ye Haotian began to give up on himself, and finally died in the hands of Zhou Guanghai.

Now Ye Haotian is dead.

The future Ye Haotian was reborn three hundred years ago, and in that life he remembered that he had also had a conflict with Zhou Guanghai, and he was seriously injured, but he did not die.

"I'm actually reborn!hahaha......"

Thinking that he had actually died and come back to life, Ye Haotian suddenly burst out laughing, and the frightened maid Xiaoman thought that there was something wrong with the young master's spirit, and looked at him in horror, not daring to move.

After laughing, Ye Haotian checked his body first, but found that the divine sense was extremely obscure and difficult.

Obviously, after he was reborn, the cultivation of the Sword God was completely lost, that is to say, he had completely become a sword disciple of the Condensing Qi Realm.

But.

Soon Ye Haotian recovered from his loss.

Although he lost his cultivation.

But the memory of three hundred years remains.

With these memories and experiences on the path of cultivation, it would never be impossible to return to the peak of the year.

"Huh?"

When the divine consciousness entered the heart, Ye Haotian's attention was immediately attracted by a cloud of silvery-white brilliance exuding a divine aura.

"This ...... It turned out to be the blood of heaven and man! It finally fused with it!"

Ye Haotian immediately concluded that his rebirth must be related to this drop of divine blood.

It was for it that he died tragically under the joint efforts of the major forces, and now it is it that brings him back three hundred years ago, which makes Ye Haotian feel the impermanence of fate.

"The heart veins that were shattered by Zhou Guanghai's palm three days ago have been restored as before, and even the meridians that were injured by lightning two years ago are also recovering, which seems to be the credit of this drop of divine blood. Feeling the majestic vitality that the divine blood continued to emanate, Ye Haotian secretly guessed in his heart.

Although he didn't understand why the divine blood that he hadn't been able to refine for eighty years was perfectly fused with his current body, he knew that as long as the divine blood was not taken away, unless his head was cut off and his heart was smashed, no matter how serious the injury was, he could be repaired by the power of the divine blood.

Ye Haotian retracted his senses, looked at Xiaoman's frightened little face, and just wanted to comfort a few words, but suddenly found that his mother was not in the house, so he asked, "Xiaoman, where is my mother?"

"Ah, young master, what are you talking about?" Xiao Man didn't react for a while.

"Where did my mother go?"

"Madame, in order to help the young master heal, Madame went to the second room to ask for medicine. ”

Xiao Man stared at Ye Haotian nervously, and subconsciously responded.

"Oh, it turned out to be ...... What? went to the second room?"

Ye Haotian's face changed suddenly, "When did it happen?"

"It's been almost an hour. ”

"Oh no! Why didn't you say it earlier!"

Ye Haotian was in a hurry, jumped out of bed directly, and ran out before he had time to put on his shoes.

"Master, your shoes ......"

Xiaoman didn't know what was going on, so he chased after him with his shoes.

In that life, Ye Haotian's mother Luo Linzhu went to the second room to ask for medicine, and in the end, the medicine was not obtained but was humiliated by the daughter-in-law of the second room in every way, and after coming back, she couldn't afford to be sick, and died of depression three months later.

Such a tragedy, Ye Haotian must not let it happen again.

"Huh, this piece of waste got out of bed?"

As soon as Ye Haotian rushed out of the door, two teenagers who looked slightly older than him walked into the courtyard, one tall and one short, and one of the tall teenagers was stunned when he saw Ye Haotian, and subconsciously blurted out.

The sound was extremely harsh.