"Changtian, no matter the end of the world or the cape, the sea is dry or the stone is rotten, Xuan'er is willing to accompany you for the rest of the world......"

"Hahaha, the night is long, in order to arrange this bureau, we have used it for a hundred years, and today you will definitely die......"

"Just with you trash, hahaha, Jian Xiao, Cang Yan, Bing Lanfei, Lei Zong, Feng Haotian, Zhan Kun, and you, old birds and long worms, also dare to be enemies of my night and sky. Xuan'er ...... No, you despicable villains!"

“......”

"Where is this? I'm still alive?"

"I'm reborn, called Yechen?"

Yechen felt a sharp pain all over his body, and a wave of memories that did not belong to him came flooding back.

In his previous life, he was the high Death Monarch, the first master of the human race, because he was too strong, he was besieged by many Martial Emperors on Kunwu Mountain.

Originally, with the cultivation of the Dead Monarch, those people together were not his opponents.

However, everyone has weaknesses, and Ye Changtian is no exception, his weakness is Ye Zixuan, the first beauty of the human race.

The gentle and lovely, empathetic Ye Zixuan.

In that battle, Ye Changtian defeated all the top masters in the world, but at the last moment, Sword Emperor Jian Xiao escorted Ye Zixuan to Ye Changtian and beheaded Ye Zixuan in front of Ye Changtian.

At that moment, Ye Changtian looked up to the sky and howled, grief-stricken; at that moment, Ye Changtian was born without love, and wanted to return to Changtian with his red face, at that moment, Ye Changtian lost his mind, revealing a fatal flaw.

Ye Changtian died, and in this life, he was called Yechen, a sixteen-year-old boy.

When the memories were fully merged, Yechen froze, and a history belonging to the Empire of Death poured into Yechen's mind.

History records that the Dead Monarch fell 500 years ago.

Instead of perishing, the Empire of Death had a new emperor called the Purple Leaf Emperor, and her name was Ye Zixuan.

The woman who watched her beheaded as Yechen watched, the woman who led her to death, was still alive and became the Purple Leaf Emperor.

Purple Leaf Emperor Ye Zixuan, reigning in the world, glamorous, in charge of the empire, self-respecting, this is a powerful empress.

Historical records of the empire: Five hundred years ago, the apprentices of the Dead Monarch joined forces to plot to frame the Dead Monarch, trying to split the empire, and the Dead Monarch fell carelessly, making the entire empire crumbling and almost falling apart, and finally Ye Zixuan, who was the emperor, resisted and expelled the five disciples of the Dead Monarch, preserving the integrity of the empire.

In the end, Ye Zixuan, under the recommendation of the ministers, became the master of the new generation of empire, the Purple Leaf Emperor.

In order to cherish the memory of the Dead Monarch, the Purple Leaf Emperor refined the body of the Dead Monarch into a zombie and accompanied her at all times.

Since the Purple Leaf Emperor ascended the throne, he has vigorously created academies and tapped potential masters among the people, making the strength of the entire empire thriving.

"What the hell is going on with this TMD. Xuan'er, you betrayed me?"

"Hahaha, ridiculous, it's ridiculous, it's a pity that I feel invincible in the world, and I died because of that humble emotion. Yechen laughed.

"It's not good, it's murderous. Yechen suddenly opened his eyes.

Yechen found himself lying on the grass, sore all over, and in front of him, an old man raised his long knife high.

Under the illumination of the sun, Yechen felt a little dazzling, and the blade reflected the sunlight, without the slightest warmth, bringing a terrifying coldness.

The corners of the old man's mouth turned up, and a faint smirk appeared, and then the sword light turned into lightning, and the cold blade slashed towards Yechen's face.

"Boy, remember in the next life, Lin Yan'er's kind of arrogant woman in the sky is not something that a waste like you can blaspheme. Along with the blade came the old man's cold and disdainful words.

"A little martial artist dares to be presumptuous in front of me. Yechen turned his face vigorously, the blade slashing against the hair on his face, and Yechen could even feel the cold temperature from the blade.

"The body is too weak. Yechen muttered, then rolled backwards abruptly, out of range of the long knife, and a carp rolled to its feet.

The pain, the pain that pierced the heart came from the body, and it seemed that the body had just suffered a heavy blow.

"Hey, you can still get up. A look of surprise appeared on the old man's face, which then turned into a colder grin, "But that's the end of it. ”

The old man dragged the knife and walked towards Yechen step by step, the tip of the knife dragging to the ground, cutting a slender crack without hindrance.

This knife has the advantage of blowing hair and breaking hair, and can cut people off at the waist.

"Lin Yan'er's people?" Yechen raised his head slightly and looked at the old man.

Sixteen years ago, when Yechen was just born, Yechen's father, Ye Lingxiao, the first master of the Ye family, married Lin Potian, the head of the Lin family, and Lin Yan'er became Yechen's fiancée.

Yechen and Lin Yan'er can be described as childhood sweethearts, playing together until they were ten years old.

When Yechen was ten years old, Ye Lingtian disappeared, leaving orphans and widows to suffer from white eyes in Yechen's house, and at that time, Lin Yan'er gradually moved away from Yechen.

Today's Lin Yan'er is the first beauty in Jiangyin City, and there are many suitors around her.

And Yechen, with mediocre talent, is not the worst waste, but compared to a proud woman like Lin Yan'er, she is nothing.

Three days ago, Yechen, who was infatuated with Lin Yan'er, gave Lin Yan'er the Yin Ming Secret left by his father, and finally made Lin Yan'er nod and was willing to date him on this hillside today.

Lin Yan'er didn't wait, but what was waiting was this old man with a butcher's knife in his hand.

If it weren't for Yechen waking up his memory, he would be a dead man by now.

"Boy, die!" the old man suddenly picked up speed, blowing like the wind towards the night.

Yechen's eyes flashed with cold killing intent, and he whispered, "The little slut dares to send someone to kill me? "Yechen uses the power of death in his body, and transfers the remaining power to his fingers.

The old man's long knife was raised high, and he used all his strength to slash down, if he was hit by this sharp blade, I am afraid that the whole person would be split in half.

Seeing the blade slash down, Yechen took a step forward, and stabbed out with his fingers together like a sword.

Silver light flashed like thunderbolt lightning.

Martial arts, spirit rhino ghost fingers.

The old man froze with a look of disbelief as he raised his long knife, and then slowly lowered his head to see Yechen's fingers piercing his throat.

"How can it be ......," the old man said in a staccato voice with the last of his strength.

Yechen pulled out his finger, and the old man slowly fell to the ground.

"Lin Yan'er?" Yechen smiled with a disdainful expression on his face, "A woman like garbage dares to kill me? ”

Standing on the small hillside, Yechen looked in the direction of the imperial capital and sneered: "What a Purple Leaf Emperor, what a group of loyal ministers, one day, I will stand in front of you and let you kneel and give me an explanation." ”

This book is cultivated as a realm: martial disciples, warriors, martial masters, martial spirits, martial kings, martial emperors, martial artists, martial emperors, martial artists, martial saints, and martial emperors.