C3 Breath of Destiny

"Wuwuwu …"

The dull horn sounded beside his ear, Ling Hao opened his eyes subconsciously, only to see that 100 m in front of him, countless armored soldiers were rushing towards him.

Ice-cold armor and a halberd made Ling Hao's mind shake again, the memories in his mind started to echo again.

When he was seven years old, he was beaten in the city and forced to enlist when he was nineteen. Now, ten years later, he was twenty-nine years old and had struggled into the army for ten years.

Every single day, Ling Hao could clearly remember the ice-cold memories of the ten years of battling on the battlefield. He remembered every single soldier who died under his blade, and he also remembered the times when he struggled at the edge of life and death.

"Without strength, you're not even comparable to a dog!"

The nightmarish muttering once again sounded out beside Ling Hao's ears, his body shook and his eyes filled with anger.

"No strength?" The back figure of the figure in the chaos appeared in Ling Hao's mind once again. As if she had formed a blood feud with that back, Ling Hao's face was deep red, it was so red that it was purple, and her teeth were chattering loudly, "I'll let you see if I have the strength!"

Deep in his heart, he was roaring with rage. He raised his shiny blade and rushed forward to meet the incoming soldiers.

"Clang!"

The blade trembled upon contact, Ling Hao's heart did not tremble at all, he suppressed his hand full of anger, and the enemy instantly killed him.

"Didn't you want to know the result? Come on! "

Ling Hao muttered to himself. He brandished his cold blade and rushed into the crowd without the slightest bit of fear.

This kind of scene, he was already numb to it. The hundreds and thousands of life and death battles in his memory caused him to no longer be as timid as he was back on Earth.

He was no longer as timid as he was when he was beaten up at the age of seven, nor was he forced into the army at the age of nineteen. There was no room for resistance anymore.

Every time his blade slashed down, a head would fly up. He knew that he was reversing his life. He was proving that in this reversible life, what changed was not only his life, but also the final result.

He wanted to live. He wanted to live. He wanted to live. He wanted to live. He wanted to live.

He wanted to use this blade in his hand to cut through all the thorns, opening up his own path.

In the chaos, who knew how many people had died under Ling Hao's blade, and the lives that lay in front of him were like a slaughter dog.

KILL, KILL, KILL...

The world before Ling Hao turned scarlet. He only wanted to kill millions, only wanted to fight to carve out a life for himself.

To prove that Ling Hao was going crazy, he swung his big blade around the group of people.

In the blink of an eye, Ling Hao's surroundings had turned into a vacuum and no one dared to approach him anymore. He powerlessly sat on the ground and stared blankly at the terror in Surrounding People's eyes.

At this time, Ling Hao raised the cold blade in his hand. From the blood that was flowing from Blade Mountain, he saw strength, he saw resistance.

"Did you see that?! This is my strength! "

Ling Hao raised his head and roared at the sky.

But right at that moment, a middle aged man suddenly appeared in front of Ling Hao. He held a spear in his hand, and thrusted it straight at Ling Hao's head.

Seeing that the spear was approaching, Ling Hao waved the blade in his hand and swept it out. Just as the blade touched the spear, it trembled and was sent flying.

"Heh heh, this is also called having strength? What a joke! "

The cold tip of the spear was pressed against Ling Hao's throat, and the middle-aged man's eyes were filled with contempt, coldness, and mockery, just like Xiao Qing back then, who was like the Hegemon's son.

As long as the tip of the spear was gently pushed forward, it would open a door to hell for him.

At this moment, despair spread throughout Ling Hao's heart. His heart was trembling, and under the state of near death, what came out from his heart was only fear and fear, and it was even the thought of begging for forgiveness. And this thought of begging for forgiveness, was even more intense than the thought of standing there and dying.

His body was shaking and his face was white.

The thought of begging for his life made him want to kneel down, but the tip of the spear had already pierced his throat and he did not even have the chance to pray.

Suddenly, the world turned black. There was no pain, no blood, only memories from his past thirteen years, his current life twenty-nine years.

"Life is reversible, but your heart has never changed. Slaughtering a thousand people is but concealing the weakness and cowardice in your heart. Your so-called strength collapsed in this lifetime of experience, alive like a stray dog, dead like a blade of grass."

That space appeared once again, and that person appeared once more!

Ling Hao was thrown into chaos once again. He wondered where he would be when he woke up again.

"Did you do it!"

That person became silent again. Furthermore, his figure became chaotic. It felt as if he was an illusion.

"You did it! You did it! "F * ck, are you kidding me!?"

Having entered this world for the third time, Ling Hao's activities basically did not have much of an impact, but it was just that it was all too surreal. If he could, Ling Hao truly hoped that this would be a dream, but unfortunately, feeling it over and over again told Ling Hao that this was not a dream.

With his movements not hindered, Ling Hao could no longer suppress the rage that he had no place to vent. He started to charge at that ball of blurry figure without regard for his life.

The memories of ten years of battles on the battlefield, the lives of humans and ants, in Ling Hao's eyes, there was no difference at all.

Ling Hao ran towards the back with all his might, wanting to tear it to shreds.

After running for half a day, the figure had not moved at all, but Ling Hao felt that he hadn't pulled in even the slightest bit. He was still so far away, blurry, and untouchable.

"Ling Hao, wake up, it's time!"

In a daze, a sweet voice echoed in his ears, and Ling Hao subconsciously opened his eyes.

Looking at the beautiful woman lying beside him, Ling Hao was slightly startled. He then swept his surroundings and all the memories in his mind started to flow again.

When he was seven years old, he was nineteen, and then twenty-nine. Now, fifteen years later, he was forty-four.

Looking at the magnificent decorations around him and the exquisite works of art, Ling Hao determined his identity from his memories. He had become the prince of a country.

In the midst of the chaotic war, popular resentment arose in every direction. At that time, his father also rebelled, and after many battles, he eventually became the leader.

At this moment, he had already become the crown prince of a country where everyone was below him. He had countless wives and concubines around him, as well as the privilege and wealth to enjoy.

"Let's go. Today is your inauguration day. Don't let the ministers wait too long!" The beautiful lady spoke unhurriedly, at the same time, pulled Ling Hao up from the bed.

"This life …"

His life had already been reversed several times; he had died a violent death at the age of seven, fought on the battlefield at the age of nineteen, and fell under the silver spear at the age of twenty-nine. Time and time again, he came back to life from death.

But now, facing such a comfortable life, he really did not know what would happen.

Along the way, facing the surrounding beautiful and luxurious gardens, Ling Hao's originally confused heart became chaotic once again.

Beside him was his peerlessly beautiful wife and concubine, who was wearing expensive clothes and silk. Ling Hao, who was struggling initially, suddenly became quiet.

It was as if he silently accepted the fate of this moment. A luxurious life, money was not money, stepping onto the stage, the feeling of ten thousand people crawling up, made Ling Hao gradually accept all of this. He began to immerse himself in this luxurious life, he even felt that his life should be eternally fixed within this fate, never to wake up, never to sink into depravity.

In the main hall of the palace, Ling Hao, accompanied by the peerless beauty, slowly walked out. As he listened to the tens of thousands of people pay their respects, his heart suddenly brimmed with pride.

But at this moment, countless armored soldiers rushed out from the back of the hall, along with three youths.

"Royal brother, you're old. The throne is not something you can sit on. You should enjoy your life."

Looking at his royal brother who was talking, Ling Hao finally realized that this luxurious life of his was about to end. He was unwilling to part, wanting to resist, but when he swung his fist, it was easily blocked.

The body that was drunk on the meat of the wine pool seemed to be drained of all energy; it was powerless and helpless!

His face was stepped on by a single foot. His royal brother held onto that cold blade, as if he was a tall mountain that he would never be able to cross. "Why?"

"Why?"

Laughter came from his brother's mouth, "All of what you have done was given to you by royal father, and what did you do, was to sink into debauchery, not ask about the government, the grievances of the people arise everywhere, and it is impossible to do anything else. All you know is that you hide in the peaceful state of this cosmetics and never know how to cultivate your body and mind. "In the hearts of many of my subjects, you're not even comparable to a dog. You're just a dog in the commoner's world, and you even know how to guard a house, right?"

"Don't, don't kill me!"

"Wagging her tail to beg for mercy?"

The eerie blade still slashed down.

BOOM! Ling Hao's mind shook, the world became chaotic once again, and that chaotic voice resounded once again: Is this your true strength? In the eyes of others, your life is not as good as a dog's!

"Life is reversible, but what have I done?"

Ling Hao said to himself, he turned seven years old, nineteen, twenty-nine, and forty-four.

He suddenly realized that although he was still alive every time he woke up, there was only one ending left for him: death!

"Life is reversible. If there is an afterlife, I must master everything. I must make everyone submit to me!"

As he fantasized, Ling Hao's consciousness dissipated once again. He was waiting for the next time he woke up.

Silence, absolute silence. In the spacious room, Ling Hao's eyes slowly opened, a complex look flashed across his eyes as he blankly stared at his surroundings.

In his memory, he was still in this life. When he was forty-four years old, he successfully ascended to the throne. Now, thirty years had already passed, and he was seventy-six years old.

"Cough, cough …"

Ling Hao felt that his body was very weak, and he didn't have any strength left in his entire body.

"Am I going to die?"

Ling Hao laboriously looked around, and his seventy-six memories rolled about in his mind bit by bit.

Everything that had happened within these seventy-six years filled Ling Hao's eyes with nostalgia. At this moment, he thought back to himself, who was only thirteen years old on Earth.

Looking at the splendid decorations around him, and thinking back to when he was back on Earth, Ling Hao laughed bitterly.

"Cough, cough …"

With this smile, Ling Hao felt a lot more uncomfortable. In that moment, he could feel his life force being drained.

At the age of seven, he was killed, his life was reversed, he woke up and learned how to hunt from his father, he joined the army at the age of nineteen, he fought in the battlefield, he suffered ten years of war, and finally, he fell under the silver spear, he reversed his life, slaughtered the enemy generals, followed his father to create a dynasty, indulged in debauchery, did not question the government, ascended the throne and was killed at the age of forty-four.

"Seventy-six years, fifth reincarnation, in reality, it's just one life. I'm already old and decrepit, my body weak and weak. I have to count my life and reverse it five times. Have I really changed?"

"No, really no!"

"My lord, your majesty, long live your words and bow your head in submission. However, your heart has never felt the slightest bit of respect for him, and in your heart, you are like a wild dog. Their children were countless, and they had never enjoyed the joy of the heavens. They called out their father, but they were always waiting for their century-long time to fight for the throne! In a group of wives, there has never been a single woman who has loved me, right? What they love is their own royal authority, the glory and wealth that they are able to bestow upon me. "

He wanted to clench his fist, but even the strength to do so was disappearing.

The great hall was carved with dragons and phoenixes, it was so spacious and spacious.

The guards stood with guns, the eunuchs and girls all around them.

But Ling Hao suddenly felt that he was so lonely, lonely to the point where he couldn't find anyone to pour out his heart to.

With the support of his servants, he climbed up to the Deer Chasing Platform that he had built. Looking around, he covered everything with the snow, filling the whole place with desolation.

"Cough, cough …"

The severe coughing lasted for a long time before he could catch his breath.

He knew that it wouldn't be long before his life came to an end, or he might never wake up again. He didn't know why, but he actually felt a kind of anticipation in his heart.

The Deerchaser Terrace was one hundred and eighty meters high!

Standing there, anyone would have the aura of a ruler descending upon the world. The aged Ling Hao gazed at the snow underneath the Deer Chasing stage. He was seven years old, and under the influence of his mufei, the eighteenth prince was accumulating snow balls.

"Mom and dad, are you alright?"

Ling Hao's eyes suddenly filled with reminiscence, he missed his parents on Earth very much, missed his parents' life back then.

As he thought about it, consolation flowed out of Ling Hao's eyes. He was rejoicing, as the new generation only numbered 90, he had his own happiness.

Although his life was difficult, but he had to work hard. Those happiness was not something that Wang Ming, Li Qing, Li Qing and the others could know.

Suddenly, his entire body trembled as tears began to flow from his eyes.

Looking upwards, she said to the sky, "My life has never been reversed, because my heart has never changed. I am still that petty, weak, fantasizing, flustered, scared, and afraid of death Ling Hao! I understand, I really understand! He would remain the same, his temperament would remain the same, and the cycle of reincarnation would be nothing more than a mirror and a flower, a water moon!

With all his strength, he jumped down from the one hundred and eighty meter high Deer Chasing Platform. He spread his arms and fell down.

Snow fell onto Ling Hao's elderly body and fell on the corner of his mouth, but there was a trace of a smile on the corner of his mouth.

On a cold winter night, dark clouds rolled about.

The dragon and snake like lightning were entangled with each other, a gigantic hand suddenly came out from the void and grabbed onto Ling Hao's body, in the next moment the entire world was enveloped in white light.

In that bizarre space, that old man with half of his face that was pushed to the side, finally looked Ling Hao in the eye. However, Ling Hao could not see anything, his eyes were tightly shut, and there was only that strand of smile still hanging on his face. His hand was clenched into a fist, but there was a knot of red rope between his fingers that fell outside.

"Fifth reincarnation, this brat's fate has already changed. The seventh reincarnation would probably only experience six lives! Huu, Ling Hao, this sixth lifetime will be yours, and will also be able to change the fate of Hong Meng. Everything, will depend on you! "

His fingers touched Ling Hao's body.

Ling Hao's body instantly disappeared, and the old man sat back down in his previous position, the look in his eyes clear and unrestrained.