Chapter 1766: Six reincarnation (two)

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The sky was dark and the earth was vast, and his back was lonely.
Time, as far as he is concerned, has no concept. Only those footprints left in Liudao are buried in the years.
He just buried his eyes and walked quietly without a word.
This time, the path he took was distant to boundless.
Years are like carving swords. On him, there are traces of traces. Every knife and every trace is a vicissitudes of life.
In the distance, the ancient customs reappeared, traversing countless miles from east to west, bloody, cold and majestic, blocking his way.
One hundred years later, he looked up again: the hungry ghost said.
For a moment, he stopped silently and stepped in.
Immediately, they heard the evil spirits mourn, like a row of mountains and rivers.
In front of him, it was a scary scene. As far as I could see, all skinny hungry ghosts were pulling their arms.
In their eyes, they were greedy and bloodthirsty, licking scarlet heads, saliva, and rushed towards Ye Chen.
Ye Chen frowned, the palm of mystery evolved, preparing to fight.
Of course, before he set off, an inexplicable power manifested, bound his body, and even his mana was blocked.
"Six reincarnation of hungry ghosts, a century of suffering."
It was that chirp again, cold and silent, ringing through the world.
His body was imprisoned, he couldn't move, there was no trace of mana, and only a ray of overcast wind blew him to the ground.
The hungry ghost rushed up and surrounded him, layer after layer.
The endless hungry ghost bites his flesh, drinks his blood, eats his bones, and his pith.
Ye Chen's eyes were blood red, he couldn't talk about it, he couldn't move, but he could only keep his eyes open ... looking at being eaten by himself.
This is a picture, and shocking, bones, flesh, and blood all become food for hungry ghosts.
The cruelest is not these, but Ye Chen's body is eaten up, and the flesh and blood is born again, and continues to be eaten up.
So reciprocating, never ending, like an endless loop.
And he had to watch, he had to suffer a hundred years of hunger, couldn't move, couldn't resist, and had to accept passively.
Alas, on the top of the underworld in the underworld, Bai Yan covered Yukou.
The picture was too and disgusting. The emperor's apprentice was high above her. How had she ever seen such a battle.
On one side, the stern face and the flushed redness, although suppressed as much as possible, still had the urge to vomit.
Beyond the water curtain, both of them seemed to be able to hear the sound of hungry ghosts chewing Ye Chen's flesh and bones, full of magic.
One hundred years, this pain, Ye Chen needs to suffer one hundred years.
This age, just imagining, makes people feel hopeless.
Compared to the two of them, the Emperor Ming and Emperor Huang were much calmer, watching quietly, supreme class, and had never seen any scene.
In particular, Emperor Ming has witnessed the death of Emperor Huang.
The dignified emperor, once the cruel man who blocked the five emperors on the edge of the universe, entered the six reincarnations, and was equally powerless to resist.
Ye Chen today looks like the emperor wasteland of the past.
Whatever happened to the two emperors, they are still the food of hungry ghosts.
The hungry ghost said, Ye Chen's eyes became hollow again, and the look of resistance also disappeared without a trace.
He didn't close his eyes, he was so open, looking at nothingness.
I don't know what pain is, how about being eaten by a hungry ghost.
All he knew was that he was going home, and the six reincarnation of the hungry ghosts could not scare him, nor could he erase his obsession with returning to his hometown.
Day by day, year by year, quietly passed by in the long.
One hundred years, once again ... the end is coming.
Wait for the hungry ghost to disperse, to wait for the humming noise to extinguish, to restrain his power, also dissipated, he got up for the first time in a century.
The hungry ghost road collapsed, and it was dark scorched earth.
Get on the road, get on the road again, alas, wobbly.
Since he came, the underworld has been three days, six Dao has been 300 years, long years, endless loneliness, drowned him.
I don't know how long, the third pass, has come into view.
The three-character Shura Road is scarlet and huge, stained with years of wind and dust, and also drenched with blood, which is dazzling.
Ye Chen didn't stay in the slightest, strode heavily, and stepped into the gate.
In the eyes, there is a sea of ​​blood, the surface of the sea is calm, no waves, no blood, only gas, converging into a blood mist in the raging.
"The six reincarnation of Shura Road, the wounds of a century of fierce fighting."
It was still that chirp, cold and silent, ringing through the world.
The words fell, the calm sea was not calm, one blood man crawled out of the sea, blood cloaked his eyes.
It was really Shura, showing white teeth, licking scarlet tongue, eyes glowing with bloodthirsty.
Shura's ghosts are endless, roaring, sorrowing, and growling, rushing to Ye Chen overwhelmingly, his eyes bloodthirsty and violent.
Ye Chen didn't say a word, took out the Yin sword, and clenched her hands.
Entering six hundred or three hundred years, one hundred years of hungry ghosts, one hundred years of hell, one hundred years on the road, the quiet blood, boiling.
"Kill!" A growl growled, husky and vicissitudes.
He rushed out, bleeding seas of blood, head to head Shura, torn down head to head, blood ... splashed over his body.
When Shura fell down, he fell into the sea of ​​blood, but soon stood up again, and he couldn't finish the killing.
Ye Chen was crazy, holding a killing sword, and had no way of shooting, only the sword was up and down, without any fatigue.
Time passed, and after ten years of World War I, he was covered with scars.
The Shura ghost rushed over and over again, was killed by him again and again, and drowned him again and again, but he was rushed out again and again, fell down again and again, and got up from the blood again and again.
His blood-red eyes were even more Shura, his clothes, hair, face, palms, and body were all blood-red.
Compared to Shura, he is more like Shura, a blood man, smashing in the sea of ​​blood, like a madman, tirelessly.
Time has no concept; pain has long been forgotten.
Jie Mingshan, silent, looking at the water screen silently.
The supreme state of mind is as quiet as water, solitary and white-faced, pale and bloodless, and I can't bear to look straight.
Where is still a person, the blood and bones are exposed, the body is broken, and he is fighting the ghost of Shura, and he refuses to fall.
How strong is his mind, and is his heart made of stone? How can it last for a hundred years.
Ming Jue and Bai Jue both looked down. If they were replaced by them, they would have fallen down, a hundred years! How long.
Ye Chen fell into a pool of blood again and was drowned by the sea of ​​blood.
After many years of fighting without stopping, he was exhausted, got up shaking, and was covered with blood.
"Go home, I want to go home." With only one arm left, he was holding his sword, striding his stride, and chopping wildly.
There was no light in his eyes, or he was dead.
So far they are still killing, all of which are immortal obsessions supporting.
The years are long and the centuries of time have ushered in another focus.
He fought for hundreds of years and fierce fighting for a hundred years, and finally he survived. All Shura turned into blood, and the towering Shura Road was closed in a cloud of wind.
On the scorched earth, he walked along, and behind him was a blood path, blood-colored footprints, all shocking.
His back is still so lonely, Xiao Se vicissitudes.
How long does it take to go home, so that a young person is so old and bruised.